[Reluctantly, Dean pulled back and released Sam. He licked his lips and swallowed, taking a few deep breaths to get himself back under control. If Sam hadn't stopped him, he'd have gone right through to the end. Had been completely lost in the sight, sound, and taste of his brother. He kept one hand firmly around Sam, just holding, and leaned up to catch the other in a kiss.] Hold on, Sammy. Gonna take care of you.

[He sat back and reached for the bottle of lube, popped it open, and poured some out onto his fingers. Slowly, carefully, he rubbed the tip of his index finger against Sam's tight entrance, then started to push gently inside.]