[With his head on Sam's chest, Dean felt the laughing, but it was hard to keep grumbling when he was getting kissed and petted. Instead, he just laid there a moment longer, soaking up the affection.] Does it bother you?

[When he could pry himself away, Dean sat up and reached for Sam's shirt, pulling it up and over his brother's head. Then he reached for Sam's boxers and tugged the waistband, encouraging him to lift up so they could be removed.]