Dean's legs came up to lock around Sam's waist, holding him in close and tight as a small grin pulled at his lips. They had each other, they had their rules... and Dean was letting himself believe that would be okay right now. Sammy wouldn't let him get lost, just like he knew he'd be fine with his baby brother right where he was.

"Like the sound of that." He rolled his hips up, a little more insistently. "Not big on sharing you anyway. Never have been."

Sam had been his since Dad handed him over when they were kids. Maybe not always like this, but it felt too natural of a development to fight it.