[Just like that, the worry was gone. Dean kissed him back, moaning under the weight of Sam's kiss, his lips already swollen from his earlier task. It didn't stop him from wrapping his arms around Sam's neck and returning it with the same force.]

[He reached down to grasp his shirt and pull it up, not breaking away from Sam's mouth until the last possible second. The shirt vanished and Dean pressed back in to kiss again, lips parting to give Sam all access. One hand braced against the back of the couch while the other fumbled frantically at the fastenings on his jeans, long past the point where he was desperate to get out of them.]

Yes. Anything. Ask me. Tell me. Take it. I don't care. [He shoved the jeans down and kicked them away before climbing back up, nearly into Sam's lap again.] Sammy, Sammy, Sammy...