Dean wraps his arms around Sam, his face buried into his back.
He’s quiet when he wants comfort, he just folds over and lets Dean hold him like a fussing baby.
There’s something new Sam asks of Dean, though. He feels odd sliding the back of Sam’s pants down, moving his hips so he can fit in between his thighs, then inside of him. Sam clenches around him and it takes all of his willpower to not rut into him like an animal.
He nestles back against Dean, humming softly in approval as they both lie in perfect, still silence.