[Restraint was overrated. Dean made a pleased sound against Sam's lips when he felt hands on his back. It didn't stop him from squirming, pressing as much of himself against Sam as he could.]

[His hands worked through Sam's hair, fingertips scrunching against his scalp, tugging gently at the soft strands. He kissed his brother harder, nudging his lips apart with his tongue, teasing against his brother's.]