Yeah, I know. [Dean ran his thumb lightly up and down Sam's spine, tracing the long line with his nail. He buried his face in Sam's hair and could still smell the faint scent of the soap and shampoo from their shower earlier in the day, mixed in with the sweat from the incredible sex they just finished.]

[He took a deep breath and released it slowly, before he could speak again. His words were muffled against his brother.] You let me know, when you decide. You're the one with so much to lose, here. I don't want... man, I really didn't come here to wreck your life.

[All he had to lose was Sam, which was kind of everything really, but he figured Sam didn't need the added pressure of hearing that. He wanted Sam to make the choice that would make himself happy. Dean would land on his feet, one way or another.]