"More than one of me sounds like more than a place could handle, but two of you?" Dean shakes his head, eyes a bit wide. "Bitchfaces in stereo. Awesome."

...Sorry, Sam. Dean's trolling knows no bounds.

He lets out a sigh. "Yeah, look, too bad for him--me--whatever, but it's not like we can do a whole hell of a lot for his ass right now. We need to worry about the two of you. What was going on when you suddenly appeared in bed here?"