This might be Dean's place, but Sam still invited himself to settle on the couch, giving Dean a nudge to get him to make a little room. He might have considered crashing for the night or something, but...

He doubted his nerves would let him yet. His mind was racing, he was on edge a little still.

And Dean got him to pause anyway. "Just got out?" There was a note of genuine confusion there, brows pinching together. No way you looked at it had Dean 'just got out' of Hell. "This sounds like more than just a breather, Dean... this sounds more like early retirement."