[Sam was spent. He thought he had to be well and thoroughly spent by now. God, it was like they were making up for lost time here and Sam couldn't bring himself to complain about it like he should.]

[Sam's hold on Dean loosened to something more comfortable, just staying around Dean and holding him close. He smiled at the kisses, at those soft words that Dean kept murmuring. God, he was in deep trouble here and all he could do was turn his head and press a softer kiss to the side of Dean's face.] Love you, Dean... love you.