[That was absolutely everything he wanted. Dean watched Sam come undone and the smug look on his face slowly morphed into something softer. More like affection and amazement. It didn't even matter that he didn't get off, himself. He was loving every second of watching Sam's face and listening to him whimper his name.]

[He held on tight until Sam was completely spent, then eased his hold, rubbing his brother's back through the aftershocks.] That was incredible. Sammy. Love you.