[It was possible that Dean had been too hasty in teasing Sam about his hair all this time. Of course, there was no way he could have known how much he would enjoy tugging on it like this. He continued raking his fingers through Sam's hair, inching up higher to kiss harder, tipping Sam's head back farther.]

[Slowly, teasingly, he started rocking his hips against his brother's. Sam's leg was still around his waist, which he took as encouragement.]