Thrusts:
Dean's entire world consisted of thrusts. His father thrusting him into hunting, into what had become the family business. In many ways his father had felt a thrust in the direction of hunting, the same way Sam had felt the thrust to go to college. Now with a thrust of his hips Dean was taking Sammy and thrusting them both in an entirely new direction. The intention of the thrusts in his life were never important, only the feeling of limited control. Lust or love, Dean would thrust into his brother and savor the moment as long as he could.