[Tomorrow was so far from Dean's mind it might as well have been next year. All he knew was that he was aching for Sam and wanted everything his brother would give him. He moaned into Sam's kiss, smiling when he heard the words. Then the order to relax. How could he relax when he was this turned on?]

[Dean stretched his arms above his head, crossing them at the wrists and letting them rest on the pillow. He closed his eyes, making a deliberate effort to relax under Sam's touches, but every kiss made him shiver and each sharp nip on his skin drew out a groan.] Sam... Sammy...

[He panted and gasped. Moaned curses, endearments, Sam's name... and please.] Please, please, please.