[Sam watched the other walk off, unable to help the way his eyes lingered on Dean's back, his eyes trailing down over those marks he'd left, refusing to let them go lower.]

They should be in the cabinet above the sink, Dean.

[He let out a breath, eyes drifting shut as he tried to ignore that queasy feeling. This was awful. And even worse that he kind of can't stop thinking about last and admittedly, the fight they'd had felt a lot worse than the... sex.]