Dean laughed and swatted Sam around the back of the head, resting back more comfortably. "I'm not the one who cries his way through sex, that's you, jackass." He grinned, feeling like he hadn't smiled this much in well over two years. It was nice to be able to smile at his brother this much. It felt like things between them would be okay, even if it took a really weird turn.
Letting out a breath as Sam slid the tip of his finger inside, Dean was trying to figure out of it was good or bad, because it was definitely weird. And now every time someone mistook them for a gay couple suddenly made sense, and they were just fueling the fire. Of course, he wasn't going to just agree to being totally into guys now. He wasn't suddenly on the rainbow painted wagon, he was just... interested in Sam. He loved him, and he knew Sam loved him back. It was just a new addition to the deep abiding love they already had.
"I'm not glass," he repeated his words from earlier, and stretched out against the sheets, bringing his knees up as he dug his heels into the bed, thighs spreading.