Sam buried his face in the pillow, inhaling Dean's scent. It didn't take him long to drift back to sleep. Giving and receiving mind-blowing orgasms will do that to a guy. Of course, he didn't stay asleep for long. The smell of fried food cooking and the weight of his guilt soon had him stirring from a dreamless slumber.
He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as though it held all the answers to all life's conundrums - the tricky questions like 'how do we stop Crowley' or 'how do I deal with the fact I fucked my brother and loved every second of it?'