Sam eased down on the edge of the bed, toyed with a stray white thread. "They make you a little loopy, that's all. You just—talk—a lot." And sing but you don't need to know that.
"To you?"
"Yes, to me." And to inanimate objects, walls, animals, things that aren't there… But you don't need to know that either. Sam studied his brother. He knew losing control made Dean extremely uneasy. "Dean, it's okay. It's just you and me here. No big deal. Besides you'll get drowsy pretty quick and fall asleep." He held out the pills once more.
TBC…