Sam and Dean Winchester were brothers. They always had each others backs and hadn't been apart for the best part of their lives. They had missed out on being boys growing up and had very few comforts that made them feel better. So when they had finished a hunt and were beaten and bruised on
Bobby's door step the adopted father took them inside helped them get cleaned up and laid down.

Now these two were grown men. Sam stood a full height of six foot four and Dean six one. But here they were cuddled up close in bed together sleeping off their colds and injuries. Bobby stood in the door way watching and he didn't see two grown men he saw two little boys of two and six sleeping peacefully.

Dean was turned slightly on his side with his arm around Sam's shoulder and his brother used his stomach as a pillow and had his arm thrown over his older brother's abdomen. These were two grown men who you couldn't get to hug each other or acknowledge their emotions enough to just tell each other what was really bothering them cuddled up in bed like when they were kids.

Bobby smiled flicking out the light.

"Idjits." He'd called them but they were his and if this was one of their comforts then he damn sure wasn't going to deny them that.