Damn it, Dean. When did you become the logical and rational one? Wasn't Sam supposed to be the one who did the thinking and Dean supposed to be the reckless, shoot first, ask questions later one? Something had gone terribly awry. This wasn't airing their problems, this was creating a shit-tonne more problems.
"Yet you're not pushing me away. I know you, Dean. You could easily overpower me. I might be taller, but you've always been stronger." The words came out almost as a purr. Sam's breath hot against Dean's lips.
He gave an experimental rock of his hips. If he ended up with a broken nose he'd know he'd pushed too far. If not? Well... who knew?