up from perdition;

I will be the one you say goodnight to        I did my best to notice when the call came down the lineLay where you’re laying, don’t make a sound              Streets like a jungle, so call the police    Well I know a man with nothing in his hands

           Dean grunted in surprise and arousal. "Sam?" he asked, confused more than he’d admit. He would never deny Sam anything, though. Well, except for his pie, cos Sammy didn’t even like the friggin’ pie. And, so, he kissed him back.

          {does this answer your question anon? ♥}

          "Never enough, and thanks," he said and nodded at her, sliding his credit card across the bar to her, glancing around as he topped up his shot glass, coming close to spilling it.

Despite always giving Sammy shit, Dean holds the highest regard for his brother. He thinks that he’s stronger than he is and that without Sam, everything would be shit. Sam went on without him, survived, once. Dean couldn’t do it, not really.