"Mm..." Dean was panting already, rolling up into Sam's hand in encouragement. They fit together, they always had. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Sam -- or to keep him close now. He needed him more than anything.

"Keep talkin' like that, Sammy, and I'm not gonna be patient here for much longer..." He grins.

"After we're done with him though, we're gonna celebrate, Sammy. Few days of just you and me."