"Totally a minor injury, you shut your mouth," he answered back with a little laugh. Smiling as Sam tilted his head up to be able to kiss him, Dean wrapped his arms around him with an over-exaggerated groan. "You're such a girl," he teased him, pulling the blanket up to their waists and cuddling Sam against his chest.
Going quiet for a while, Dean pressed his mouth against Sam's temple. "You're not allowed to die on these stupid trials, alright? I'm puttin' that out there, right now. You don't get to die, 'cause I swear to God I'll kick your ass if you die."