[It was difficult for Dean to dredge up any shame when he was that turned on. Besides, he'd never been ashamed of his body. That ego wasn't all for show. He knew he wasn't half bad. He smiled, watching Sam look him over. The hungry look on his brother's face made him even harder.]

Can have it. [Dean's words struggled between groans and panting. Every touch of lips and teeth against his skin sent sparks right to his groin. He pushed his hips back up against Sam's, needing the friction and the slide of his skin.] Want you. Want everything.