Sam smiles into the kiss. Right now the contact was better than the prospect of rest or even another hunt. Dean was his whole world and he needed him close. “I’ll find us something good tomorrow.” Something to take the edge off, something to make them feel like they’re back in control. They had to be at the top of their game when they went after the demon that had taken everything away from them.

He snakes an arm around his waist, keeping Dean close as he settles into bed with him. “So do you, jerk. I can hear you when you get up at night.”