[And Sam was quiet again. He didn't know... how to answer that. He didn't know what he wanted because half of him wanted this and the other half was going crazy because this pretty much undid... all the hard work he was doing to be normal, to have a nice, safe, normal life.]

[Idly and for something else to do, he traced a fingertip down Dean's chest, following what was now more familiar than it ought to be.] I don't know... it's just - still pretty new, you know?