A soft snore slipped from Dean's lips as he lay sprawled across the bed. Clad in nothing but dreams and sated exhaustion, he was a sight to tempt anyone with a claim to a functioning libido.
Body still exquisitely aching from the previous night's exertions, Sam brushed a light kiss across Dean's forehead, rolled out of bed and pulled on his rumpled clothes. Then, quietly exiting the motel room, he started across the street to the café, a satisfied smile on his lips.
After a night like that, the very least he could do is buy his big brother breakfast.