"Dean," Sam started slowly. Barely trusting his ability to form sentences anymore. "I'm still trying to figure exactly what this is. Let alone where it goes." He wasn't entirely sure how they got here to be honest. There was a vague blur of wrestling... but the details were hazy.
Of course, the answer they should've gone for is 'we're brothers, this was a mistake, it'll never happen again'. Funny how neither of them had gone for that answer right away.
"I just know that I don't regret it. I should. And the guilt should be eating me up, but it's just not. I haven't felt that good in a long time."