“Sammy? Sam…”
Sam groans and tries to hide under the pillow, but the warm fingers poking at his side won’t simply stop, even if his message is clear enough. It’s too early for that shit– he’s almost sure it’s 3 am and god he needs to sleep. Dean’s been sick, Mom’s been missing and Sam is wrecked, to say the least. It’s the first time in days he’s got some nice sleep and obviously Dean would be there to torment him.
“It’s fucking 3 am, Dean. Go back to sleep.”
“I can’t.” Dean says softly, but at least he’s stopped poking Sam. That’s a win. “It’s your face, baby. It’s too distracting.”
Oh god. He’s so not in the mood for that.
Sam is tired and grumpy. Not horny. Definitely not horny.
“You either go back to sleep now or in the car. Your call.”
Dean chuckles but adjusts himself on the bed, placing a gentle kiss on Sam’s temple, hand resting on the small of his little brother’s back. Soon enough, they both drift back into sleep.
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