Dean whimpered, shameless and needy as he felt Sam coming. Continued to ride his brother, drawing it out for as long as he could. He couldn't stop a sigh of relief when Sam stopped stroking him. It had been driving him right to the edge of madness and he'd have been begging soon.

When he felt his brother relax, he stopped moving and leaned back against him. Rested his head back on Sam's shoulder and panted, trying to calm himself.