[Dean was long past caring about any noises he was making or how desperate he looked. He wanted more, wanted it now, and he was not above begging if it got him where he needed to go. He was so fucking close already.]

[When he felt Sam's hand try to push his away, he almost resisted. He was so close and he needed it. God, he was going to go insane if he couldn't come soon. But, his brother wanted it and he wanted to give him everything. Finally, Dean released himself and then nearly chocked on the whimper that escaped him when Sam's hand took up the job. Now, it was perfect. Sam's hand on him, Sam in him, Sam crushing him into the couch... he was coming in seconds, arms and legs clinging tightly to his brother and desperate, needy cries on his tongue.]