If he wasn't careful, Dean was going to find himself giving in just from affection alone. How was it that every time he tried to be dirty, raunchy, and mean in bed, Sam had him wanting to cuddle and be sweet?

Those damn eyes of his, probably.

"Mine, all mine," he answered with another deep kiss and then reluctantly pulled himself back. Moved off of Sam and stood, going to the comfy reading chair Sam kept in the corner of their room and pulled it over to the foot of the bed. He sat down and propped his feet up on the foot of the bed to watch Sam deal with the vibrations inside him.