[Dean squirmed, finagling the covers out from underneath them. He tossed them over himself and Sam, pulling his brother in tightly against him. He heaved a content sigh, squeezing Sam lightly. Eat, sex, sleep, repeat. If this weekend never ended, he'd be just fine with that.] I am, too, Sammy.

[He kept moving his fingers through Sam's hair, letting his eyes drift shut.] Get some sleep. Can cash in that raincheck when we wake up.