Sam was greeted at the door with a pistol barrel in his face, same as usual. But once assured it was his brother and not a threat, Dean climbed back into bed, tucking Sophie back into his arms. Late night pro wrestling reruns played quietly on the TV.
"How'd you make out at the last place?" Dean asked, trying to be nonchalant.
"Like a bandit," Sam said, "Seven hundred bucks."
He dropped the stack of bills on the desk.
"Did you two…" Sam trailed off - gesturing between Sophie and Dean.
"Did we what?" Dean prodded, "I'm not answering if you don't finish the question."
"Did you have sex with her?" Sam whispered.
"What are you whispering for? Who the heck is gonna hear?" Dean teased, "And yes, for your information, I did. And it was great."
"I didn't want to know that," Sam put his hands up defensively.
"Then you shouldn't have asked," Dean replied with a snort, turning off the TV.
"That's fair," Sam said, "I'm gonna shower. We're heading into town to start finding leads about the evil trees tomorrow, right?"
"Yep," Dean agreed, "Turn off the lights when you're done."
And with that he lay down, Sophie's head on his shoulder, and went to sleep.