[There was something just unbearably hot about Sam kissing him mid-climax when all Dean could do was let his mouth fall open and struggle to breathe. For a few seconds, Sam had complete and utter control and Dean wasn't sure his brother even knew it.]

[He wrapped his arms around Sam's waist when they both stopped moving and rested his head on his brother's shoulder. He smiled at Sam's words.] Mmm... Sam? Forget what I said about a greasy breakfast. Found a new cure for the common hangover...