[Dean was the one who was anxious now. It was all well and good to charge headlong into something that might cause him pain, but he wasn't going to take chances with Sam. His eyes flicked back and forth between Sam's face and his finger carefully working his brother open. Used more lube than probably strictly necessary, but it made things so much easier when he eased a second finger in along with the first.]

[He twisted his fingers inside Sam, curling them slightly. Wanted his brother to feel all the things he'd been enjoying the last few days. His voice was breathy when he spoke again.] Okay, Sammy...?