"I'm not worrying, Dean." He totally was. "I'm just... uneasy about the whole thing." That was the same thing as worrying. But his worrying was totally justified... just look at their past record with bad luck! There was no way this was going to be some magical fix-all cure.
With a sigh he shifted closer, pressing himself tight against Dean's back. It was amazing just how well they fitted together, like two pieces of a puzzle, or those stacking blocks that fit neatly inside one another. "Not saying a word, Dean." He bit his lip, fighting the urge to make a comment about the s word.