We should test it. For science. [Sam might be onto something with his idea that they wouldn't be getting out of bed on Monday. He sighed against his brother's mouth and kissed him back long and slow. His eyes drifted shut, just focusing on the press of Sam's weight against his body, the slow stroke of his tongue against the other's, and the heat slowly dissipating between them.]

[Once the kiss ended, without opening his eyes, Dean smiled.] Gonna have to revisit the shower, soon, too. Feelin' kinda sticky, here.