Dean's legs moved farther apart for Sam, moaning softly when he felt those fingers pressing into him and then the slide of Sam's tongue along his cock. Apparently, Sam had all kinds of ideas on how to start the day off. Dean was perfectly content to let him do whatever he decided. He stroked his hand over Sam's hair lightly, leaning up on his other elbow to look down and meet his brother's gaze. God, Sam looked good like that. "Love the way you look right now. Like you're up to no good."