Dean blinked down at Sam snagging hold of his arm and frowned just a little as his eyes found Sam's. The request was sappy, needy, childish, and Dean couldn't help but want to give Sam everything he ever wanted in the world. Sam needed him, so Dean would give Sam that.
Slipping his arm free, Dean tugged off his boots and moved to sit on the bed. He unfastened his jeans, kicking them and his socks off, and he finally just flopped back on the bed beside Sam, pulling the blankets up.