A/N: This is the second of two unrelated drabbles using the word "numb", lighter in tone than the first one. Past Hurt!Dean here, Angsty! Sam

Disclaimer: I don't own them. And I'm not very happy about it, either.

Sam wakes up in the middle of the night. He can't hear Dean breathing.

When he was nineteen Dean got his nose broken on that job up in Nebraska (little town, big fugly). Ever since then, Dean makes this slight whistling noise when he sleeps. It was annoying as hell at first.

At least Sam pretended it was.

Sam tenses up, waiting. He's numb, from his head to his toes.

"Baby, you know I can't stay mad at you," Dean snorts noisily in his sleep. He starts spooning with his pillow.

Sam untenses.

All is right with the world.