[Sam gave a sheepish look at that, propping himself up on his elbows. Might have felt a little... smug at the way Dean was looking at him though.] I kinda thought we threw restraint out the window when we said we were going to go to the bed, dude.

[he shifted, laying back again when Dean crawled over him, his hands going to tangle in the other's hair. He let out an approving noise, head falling back.] You're wearing too many clothes still, you know.