Somewhere, not far from outside the motel room, a train rushes over its track, blowing its horn and announcing to the world it's on time.
Sam, always a light sleeper, is awake in a second. He grumbles and sits up, then stretches and lays back down, trying to get comfortable again.
He flips over to face Dean, his brother and lover, the only man he has ever shared or ever will share a bed with. Sam chuckles at what he sees, Dean sleeping with his mouth wide open, a trail of drool running down his chin. Sam curls up closer to Dean, draping his arms across him and laying his head on his chest, nuzzling in as close as he can.
This has become a regular routine for Sam, waiting until Dean is asleep and cuddling up to him.
Sam is a serial snuggler, and Dean will have none of it, as far as Sam knows.
They've shared a bed basically their whole lives, and Sam would always want to curl up and cling to Dean as he slept.
After many times of Dean shoving Sam away when he would try to wrap himself around Dean, it was obvious how miserable and pouty Sam would get.
It was kind of cute when they were kids, but as they got older it was almost sad that it really did hurt poor Sammy's feelings to be rejected like that by his big brother.
After their first time, of course, things changed.
But even now, Dean has an appearance to keep up, you know.
He has to be the tough one, the one who is always (well, most always) on top, the one who'd rather spend a night having rough sex then laying in bed cuddling.
Besides, it's his job as the big brother to call Sam girly for wanting all that. But unknown to Sam, for just as long as Sam has started his nightly routine, so has Dean, waiting until Sam falls asleep to wrap his arms around him while he's laying against him, run his fingers through his hair, kiss his forehead and just be.
It was perfectly delicious, Dean thought, that Sam was unaware of his little secret, and unaware that Dean knew about Sam's own secret.
And for now, Dean thought, he wouldn't have it any other way.
The End