[Sam just... watched, watched Dean cry out into his own hand, watched as he writhed under him and bucked against him and - God, he just couldn't think beyond this. His attention was still entirely on Dean. Just Dean.]

[And by the time the other had come back down enough to focus his eyes back on him, Dean was leaning in to catch him in a rough kiss, slowly easing both his hands away to be able to support his weight on the bed.] God - Dean... love you. Look so hot right now...