Sam cradling Dean's face with both of his large warm warm warm hands. Sam's callused thumb caressing Dean's plush pink lips, reverent, like tracing lines of scripture. Sam placing feather light kisses on the lids of Dean's closed eyes, little pearls of tears building beneath his long pretty lashes, because Dean is so touch starved that just this is enough to make him shake apart at the seams.
someone medicate or sedate me please.








