[ Dean's suggestion, albeit unsaid, feels like a ton of bricks sitting on Blake's chest. His eyes dip away to memories of another time, another place — many times and places — where they'd stood in shared company just like this.

Dean is still Dean in all those quirky ways, like his personality is separate and enduring wholly without the experiences that built that part of him. John would like to take comfort in the little senses of familiarity, but the whole ham, no burger situation has him wanting to back his way out of this Uncanny Valley. ]

So, what does that mean? Did they—? [ His gaze shoots back to Dean, locked in tight eye contact. ] Well, I mean, what d'you gotta do for that? Do go to sleep or do you gotta stay awake or—?

[ That neurotic side tends to come out here and there, but only in very specific situations. Give him a bank robbery or a hostage situation and it's cool cucumber all the way, but when it's someone close enough to be family ailing and injured, he might as well worry himself into a tizzy.

He turns and picks up the bag Winchester had discarded at the door, nervously picking at this idea that he needs to not only pick up after Dean, but make sure he hasn't discard any doctor's advice in his bout to remain entirely independent. ]

They didn't just send you home, there's gotta be some kind of— instructions.