7:00 pm
Sam leans down and kisses his brother softly on the lips. “I got you, too, you know.”
Dean turns towards the door, but Sam pulls his face back with two fingers.
“Dad’s still gone Dean,” Sam says in a soft whisper.
Dean’s eyebrows go up and he watches as Sam leans down and kisses him into the mattress. Sam gently rolls him on his back and presses down against him.
“God, fucking kiss me, Dean,” Sam begs.




















