Sam rolled his hips back against Dean's when he was pushed in as deep as he'd go, eyes drifting shut. Always felt good when they were together, didn't matter how. Right now, it just felt good to have Dean curled around him like that too, covering him in a way he wouldn't admit to enjoying right now.

He turned his head away, forehead pressing against the shower wall, eyes drifting shut at those words. It was sappy and stupid how it made his stomach flip, something in his chest tighten. "... God, Dean--" He let out a soft breath. "Always got me... Don't want to lose you."