Dean paused to kick off his jeans before he let Sam pull him back to lay down. He curled up with his brother pressed up tight along his spine. It felt good to have Sam that close, especially after today. He sighed softly and let his eyes close.

They opened again at Sam's apology. "It's not your fault, Sammy. We knew we were walking a tight line. And, let's face it, if someone saw something they weren't supposed to, chances are very good that it was something I started." Dean was the one with the predilection for pouncing Sam in the great outdoors.