Dean's hands slid through Sam's wet hair and he kissed his brother that bit more, just grinning and biting at his lips as Sam spoke. Okay, maybe he wasn't going to be able to just give this up and go back to what they were. He felt an unyielding guilt in the pit of his stomach but he couldn't help himself. It was like someone opened the gates and everything was just flooding out.
"So, let's think," he agreed, taking the soap to finally wash himself off. He didn't think he was able to rationalise any of this. They logically should just enjoy what they have, but equally so they needed to stop this before it got really out of hand. "So it's illegal in like half the country, and the other half has inbred rednecks who'd lynch us for being gay -- are you gay? What about all those girls over the years?"
Because, of course, this was important to sort out. Was Sam gay? Was he? He didn't think he was. This didn't suddenly mean he had no attraction to women, it just meant he was interested in Sam. How did anyone even rationalise only being gay for your little brother?
As soon as he was washed up, Dean climbed out of the shower, grabbing one of the towels. "I mean, we already drive each other insane with our bad habits. You think this will help or just make it worse?"