Bed
They don't sleep in the same bed. Not any more. Not for years. After everything is done Sam lays sticky and hot beneath the sheets eyes closed. He can feel Dean pull away retract into his own space. He slips out the bed naked moving toward the other side of the motel room. Sam hears Dean's mumbled curses as he hit his shine on the way to the other bed. It wasn't always like this. There was a time when Sam could curl into Dean, rest his head in the spot between neck and shoulder. Dean hand heavy on his hip. Things changed. A touch searching scorching, a kiss bruising brief the fuck fast aching desperate, a hot press of lips slick and wet against the side of his neck than Dean is gone. He would stay if Sam asked him to. Sam never asked not for years.