Dean knew he wasn't a bad sight at all -- one area he definitely didn't lack confidence in. But Sam? Damn, Sam still took his breath away. he might not say it often, but Sam was amazing looking in his own right. Built, with all that stupid, long hair that Dean loves to tangle his fingers through... and that grin that'd light up his whole face.

Damn, when did he become a sap?

Couldn't lie and say that he hated hearing 'big brother' off those lips when they were like this. He steps forward and slips a knee on to the mattress, nudging at Sam to lay back for him. "Could think of a million things, dude."