He loved how responsive Dean was, how good they were together. Sam leaned to kiss him, eyes bright with anticipation of both the hunt and the reward after. Letting Dean drag him to the nearest motel, lock the doors and stay in bed for days, surfacing only for pizza or any other kind of takeout.

They were made for each other, a perfect match. He shifted to kiss down his chest, pausing to mark him with his teeth on the way down, quick and possessive.

"Good. We're due a vacation. Once this is finally over."