[Sam was sort of too wrapped up in the kisses to insist on the shirt coming off. He was panting by the time Dean pulled away from the kiss, eyes hazily watching his brother as he took off his shirt. The look was soon followed by his hands smoothing down the other's chest, raking lightly down his skin.] God... Dean, look at you...

[Still didn't know when Dean stopped being his irritating big brother to this... a guy who could make him practically beg for this. He moaned out when his brother's lips found his neck.] Dean... don't stop.