The shower shout gets Dean looking back towards the bathroom, before he just shakes his head with a chuckle. It's somewhere between amused and bewildered, this whole damned situation still being... strange. Strange is what he has decided to label it. He holds up a finger before addressing the question, before downing half the mug, and sighing. Better. Now he'll address her, feeling way more human.

"Nah, I've been awake for a bit. More surprised you're awake just yet." He's definitely not clarifying how long he's been awake for. "And that's fine, feeding one Zack is like feeding an army." And until he decided to live off of the healthier shit, so was feeding Sam. No wonder he was so damn tall. "And no, I got it. Now get off that damned ankle before you undo my damned work." It's... mostly teasing. Although the edge of it is still morning-gruff, for someone who sleeps so little, he is definitely not a morning person.

When Taylor greets zack, he turns towards him with a smirk. "Mornin' sunshine. Taylor, Zack. Zack, Taylor." A pause, as it occurs to him he never actually made Zack aware of the sleeping buddy, yesterday had been a lot, and he had pretty much retreated straight to his room to just not have to cope for a couple of hours in privacy. "Oh, by the way, we had a guest stay last night. Knew there was something I was supposed to tell you before I hit the hay last night."