[Sorry, Sammy. He'd done all the freaking out he planned to do for one weekend. Calm was the order of the day.]

[He watched Sam roll the choices around in his head, then make the one Dean hadn't let himself hope for. He figured best odds had been on Sam simply walking out. Then his brother was naked and kissing him. It was really nice to be wrong, sometimes.]

Thought you college boys were all about saving the planet and crap? [He tugged the curtain closed again, let go of himself, and reached for Sam. Soapy fingers circled him, and stroked firmly, agonizingly slow.]