Privacy? What was that? Oh, that was that thing that normal people who didn't live in cars, motels and cabins had! Sam climbed into his own bed. Mm. Nice clean sheets! He stretched out like a cat in the sun, before shifting to lay on his side facing Dean's bed, propping his head up on his arm.
"Well, you did promise to give me the best fuck I've ever had - I'm holding you to that, y'know?" No, no there was no way they could ever go back to normalcy after this - or at least the Winchester definition of normal. They had crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed.
"You're gonna have to buy us some decent lube though, that hand lotion is kinda gross."