[The way Sam said his name sent a shiver through him that he was sure his brother could feel. Dean's hand stopped guiding once he got Sam's hand to the top of his leg and just went along for the ride. It was way beyond hot to feel his little brother's hand working under his.]

[His eyes tried to stay on Sam's face, watching his brother bite his lip and the way Sam's eyes went half shut, enjoying what he was doing. Then Sam moved his hand -- and Dean's -- over and Dean's gaze dropped helplessly to his lap, watching their hands move over the straining denim covering him.] Sammy...

[There was no way he was getting out of this car. Not for a good, long while. He hitched a shaky, strangled breath and shook his head as he pushed himself up into Sam's stroke.] God, no. If you stopped there, I might actually die.