[It really wasn't any of his business. He'd lived with Dean long enough to know what he was like and he couldn't put a finger on why it was suddenly eating at him. Or maybe he just didn't want to pick at it, not right now. He sat back on the couch... the couch Dean should have been crashing on last night...]
Right. Don't have to explain, dude.
[He hadn't even known if he'd wanted Dean to visit, not right now, not when he'd just gotten away... but he'd shown up and Sam just couldn't shove him out the door, let alone insist he stay in some motel or whatever. He didn't regret it, he didn't think. Not really.]
[And now... he was actually about to sleep with his brother. Like, all the way. He should be more worried about that than anything else.]
[Sam stayed put on the couch, taking a moment to catch his breath, to let himself think about more pleasant things -- like Dean in the Impala earlier or Dean with his mouth around him.]
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Right. Don't have to explain, dude.
[He hadn't even known if he'd wanted Dean to visit, not right now, not when he'd just gotten away... but he'd shown up and Sam just couldn't shove him out the door, let alone insist he stay in some motel or whatever. He didn't regret it, he didn't think. Not really.]
[And now... he was actually about to sleep with his brother. Like, all the way. He should be more worried about that than anything else.]
[Sam stayed put on the couch, taking a moment to catch his breath, to let himself think about more pleasant things -- like Dean in the Impala earlier or Dean with his mouth around him.]