"... You're the pain in the ass," Sam replied weakly. So much for a witty comeback. Damn. It sounded a lot wittier in his head. The sentiment was there though.
Sam shifted to rest his head on Dean's chest, curling against him like an extremely long cat. It felt safe. And Dean would definitely be able to tell if Sam stopped breathing - not that he had any intentions of doing.
"We'll be okay, Dean. We always are." It was a lie. Even when they managed to survive shit that was thrown at them, it always managed to chip part of them away. How much more could they take before there was nothing left to chip away at.