"Shut up," he drawled, rolling his eyes with a laugh, just petting Sam like a large dog sprawled over him. Dean liked animals, as long as they weren't in his car, but Sam was definitely his favourite puppy. Cute, overgrown, and damn good at attacking people they didn't like. It was amazing that he hadn't gotten a thing for him sooner, or realised sooner that he already had a thing for him.
"Yeah. Yeah, we are." He didn't care, though. As long as Sam was happy, he was too, and that was all that mattered. If they were happy as this, whatever this was, then this was what they'd keep at for as long as it made them happy.
Smiling into the kiss, Dean returned it, softly tugging on Sam's lower lip with his teeth. "Those glasses on the hunt looked really fuckin' sexy on you, Sammy," he purred.