[Dean withdrew gently, still unable to be anything but careful with his brother. Kissed Sam again before he climbed off the bed and headed into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash up. He didn't take long, hurrying through cleaning off the sweat and other sticky substances.]

[He returned with a warm washcloth, climbing back onto the bed and slowly wiping Sam down. This, he took his time with, cleaning away the sticky come on Sam's belly and the lube that had gotten pretty much everywhere. When he was done, he tossed the rag in vaguely the direction of the bathroom, before climbing into bed beside Sam and pulling his brother into his arms.] Feel okay?