"Yeah, sure, Sam." He smirked to himself, because it was still easy to torment his brother, and okay maybe he shouldn't have let any of this happen right after Sam broke up with Amelia for the final time but... well, he supposed he was always going to be selfish where Sam was concerned. He took and took, and damn anyone who stood in his way, because Sam was all he really had.
Breathlessly laughing at that whole 'no tag backsies' part, smiling a little to himself because Sam really was still a kid sometimes, Dean headed in to go and find underwear and a t-shirt to sleep in. "I don't know... I mean, you know what I want. You, me, hunting, the open road. I told you that when we finished hunting the Mayan God."
Pulling on his boxers, he looked over his shoulder at Sam and then back to his t-shirt, realising it was one of John's he still had and smiling a bit more to himself as he pulled it on. "I guess... if I got to choose how this all happened, first you'd figure out if I'm just a... rebound or something after Amelia, and then I'd have us... you know, together."
They'd come a long way since the discovery of fanfiction.