[Dean made a soft sound of surprise when Sam kissed him, but it didn't last long. He slid his arms around Sam's waist and held tightly, melting into the kiss. Stepped closer when Sam did, to line their bodies up together.]

[He closed his eyes and let himself drift, thinking about nothing but the lips and tongue kissing him, the arms tight around him, and the warm body pressed into his. He was all about enjoying the moment when the opportunity arose.]