Yessss... [Dean hissed through clenched teeth. He'd left Sam's apartment in his rattiest jeans, denim worn thin, and not a stitch on underneath. The worn denim rubbing against his aching erection had him right on the edge.] Sam, Sammy...

[He opened his eyes and rolled his head on the back of the seat, looking over at his brother. His lips were parted on his panting breaths as he watched Sam with a glazed, helpless expression.] So close...