Yes, yes, yes... let go, Sam. Wanna feel you. [Dean had to bite down more than once over the last few hours on cutesy endearments that threatened to slip past him. He didn't figure his brother would appreciate them, no matter that they were born of affection. And, God, he was discovering whole new depths of affection for Sam he hadn't previously thought possible. He'd always loved his brother, but this was something else. He was in all kinds of trouble, here.]

Love you. [He breathed the words against Sam's jaw.] Love you, Sammy, God...