[It was strange when Dean had pulled out, a little sore too, but nothing he couldn't handle. He was sore in all the best ways possible anyway. he did prop himself up on his elbow, eyes catching a peek at the mark his brother had left on his skin... that he'd requested. It just sent a thrill through him even now...]

[When Dean returned, he nearly protested that he could clean himself, but Sam was entirely exhausted and content here. Plus, they could always say he'd done it as part of that bet. Sam settled in close when he was pulled in, nuzzling against Dean lightly.] Yeah, Dean, don't worry... you?