The Winchesters were somewhere between casual and cautious. Even though they tried always to be prepared and were usually aware, the atmosphere was hovering around 60/40.
So much had happened within the past few months, not the least of which was saying goodbye to Bobby, again. But, this time they were more at peace with it. Sam had rescued Bobby from hell, a situation which had disturbed them, at first, then sent his soul to heaven, where it belonged. They hoped this would be more permanent.
While Kevin continued to work the tablet, in order to complete the trials, the brothers found they had a little time on their hands. It was quiet and a break was long overdue.
Dean could appreciate this. He was becoming more uneasy about Sam. He was afraid Sam was feeling some ill effects from doing the trials and trying to hide it or deny it. Time off could only help.
But instead of sitting around to think or worry, Dean had a better idea. He decided they needed a distraction. They needed something removed from the demons, the tablets, the trials, the crap. Something mindless, something to pass the time like two ordinary guys on a free afternoon.
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Sam could smell breakfast before he walked into the room. He found Dean busy in the kitchen.
"What's all this?"
"Big day. Big breakfast."
"Found a job?"
"Eat up. We'll talk."
Sam was resistant to the idea of just taking off like two ordinary guys. The responsibility of the trials had created an overwhelming sense of duty in him. He wanted to be available; he wanted to do the right thing.
Dean also felt an overwhelming sense of duty. He was responsible for his little brother. He would always support him and having lost the opportunity to complete the trials, himself, Dean felt a heavier burden.
The brothers ate their breakfast and continued their discussion. It went back and forth like a tennis match. Finally, they reached a compromise. They agreed on something constructive and relatively mindless.