[Sam shifted against Dean, staying close because he was getting kind of cool without the covers and because... well, maybe he just wanted Dean close, doing that whole not-cuddling stuff. He rested his head against the other's shoulder, nuzzling into him tiredly.]

[It took Dean speaking again to snap him out of that pleasant little haze he'd settled into. Fucked... that was one way to put it. He looked up slowly.] Yeah... guess we are.

[This couldn't end good and Sam knew it, maybe he was more worried about that than anything else right now. And he couldn't bring himself to stop it - hadn't been able to all day. He was quiet for a few moments, just thoughtful. He'd known they'd been talking on and off all day, but...] What happens when you leave here, Dean? With this.