"Don't leave."
"Hold on."
"I gotcha."
"Sammy!"

The two men collapse onto the bed.

"Beautiful."
"So hot..."
"I love you..." A sob.
"Sam?!"

Sam is already up, trying to get rid of his 'mistake'. Before he's even in the shower, his arm is covered in scratches from his too long nails. He turns on the water. It's way too hot.

Before he has a chance to get in, he feels strong arms around him. He heas a soft whisper. "Im sorry." He's too upset to fight, so instead he leans against Dean, letting himself be held.

"I shouldn't... We shouldn't..." Sam reaches for his razor, but Dean has already hidden it, and anything else that could be used as a weapon, in anticipation. "Dean, it's wrong. I needed it, and now I have to face the consequences."

Dean held him tight, blinking back tears. "Who says its wrong?" He has to be strong for Sammy.

"Dad..." Sam tries to sound defiant, but he's just too broken to try anymore.

"That's the thing about Dad. He tended to be wrong about things that weren't monsters."