[It was kind of an instinct for Dean, once he found something he enjoyed that he could have, to take as much pleasure from it as he could all at once. He never quite knew when it was going to be taken from him. He wasn't even sure what tomorrow would bring with this, whatever this was, so he was determined to grab every last bit of happiness he could get out of it before he lost it. Or lost Sam.]

[Slowly, reluctantly, he shifted off to the side a little, taking his weight off his brother so they could both breathe a little more easily. He turned so he was facing Sam and tugged his brother close. Somewhere along the way, they'd kicked off the covers and the cool air was making him want Sam's warm body close. Plus there was that whole cuddling thing he most assuredly didn't do.]

We're so fucked. [He breathed the words against Sam's hair and chuckled because it was true in every sense of the word. Somehow, he was still failing to care about any possible consequences. Well, unless Sam got hurt. Then he'd care.]