Dean glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "Sam? Probably not until tomorrow. He has to pick up the stuff so we can get this done." He shrugged a shoulder, still moving around a bit before setting a skillet on the counter and turning back to him.

"Yeah you want me to help you over here? You can sit at the table and watch if you like." He hummed for a moment before heading over to the bed again. He smirked, winking playfully to try and at least get him to smile. "You gonna kiss the cook?"

He chuckled, waiting to see if he wanted to come to the table.