Dean made a quick call to a place he knew had delivery and waited around for the guy to show up. He wanted to go check on Sam, wanted to get into bed with him, but... food first. Everything else after. He felt restless, antsy. He knew what he wanted to do, what would help besides turning to Sam for comfort like he always did - that was kill something.

But they didn't have anyone lined up and the demon that just killed their mom and dad both should take their center focus.

Once he paid for their food, he moved to the bedroom and dropped it on the nightstand beside Sam before he crawled into bed. First things first, he leaned over him to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Eat, Sammy."