Love you, too. [He couldn't help it. He did love Sam. It was probably much, much worse than that, actually. In fact, he was all but certain that he was going straight to hell for all this, but he just couldn't care. Well worth it, in his opinion.]

[He smiled weakly when Sam said he would do it again. Dean wasn't sure he'd survive another round, but he'd totally do it because, what a way to go.] Any time you want, Sammy. M'all yours.

[Slowly, he pushed himself up enough to see Sam's face. His brother looked peaceful, eyes closed, a small smile on his face. Dean brought up his hand that wasn't covered with various sticky substances and brushed his brother's sweaty hair back off his forehead. Softly kissed Sam's forehead, both eyes, his nose, and finally his lips. So what if he was being a big, stupid girl right now? He felt fantastic.]