Dean laughed a little and reached to push a hand through Sam's hair, his thumb stroking over Sam's cheekbone. "If I was gonna seduce you, I'd try it a little different than that, Sammy." He smirked as he leaned down to kiss him again, his hand still settled against Sam's cheek.
"Alright, get some sleep," he murmured, pulling back from him and sliding that hand down Sam's chest, over his stomach and off to push himself up off the bed. He wanted to sleep in the same bed, just to hold onto him and know Sam was still breathing, but he didn't want to smother him.