He feels fat and bloated, and as much as he wants it to be over,
to end, he can't stand the thought of it, of not feeling this
way.  He groans as he tries to move, his weight becoming too
much for him to move comfortably anymore.  "Dean?" His voice is
soft and echoes around the room. "Dean?" He calls out a little
louder. He needs help, but if Dean is sleeping, he should stay….
Dean's head pops into his view. "Sammy? Are you okay?" His voice
is worried, tinged with regret and yet it carries a slight tone
of pride.  Sam doesn't know if he wants to smile or throw a
pillow at him for that stupid tone of his.  Dean walks slowly
towards him, his eyes never straying from Sam. "Are you okay, do
you need anything?"  Sam shakes his head, his wants forgotten.
He opens his arms, his eyes pleading. "Lay with me?"  Dean
laughs, a sound that reminds him of all the good times of his
childhood; a sound that is pure Dean, rich and smooth.  He
climbs into the bed with Sam, his strong arms wrapping around
his younger brother, p