[Dean was absolutely powerless to stop the long, slow sigh of relief when Sam kissed him. He tightened his knees against Sam's sides, encouraging his brother to stay close. The muscles in his stomach jumped eagerly at the touch when Sam's hands moved down.]

[He blinked at Sam, licking his lips, tongue flicking across Sam's when his brother nipped his lip.] 'Course I'm yours. Nobody's got more of me than you do.

[He could feel himself coming to life in Sam's hand. He moaned softly against Sam's mouth. With his hands still behind his head, it was close to being pinned again. Almost completely under his brother's control.]

I love you, too, Sammy. [That would always be true.]