Sam hadn't felt this great waking up in a long time. They must have moved around during the night as he could now feel Dean's warmth behind him. His arms around Sams' waist enveloping him. With Dean surrounding him like this, he felt at home and completely and utterly safe.

Dean must have fallen asleep with something in his pocket though because, Sam was being poked in the lower back. He tried to ignore it and fall back to sleep but it was distracting him just enough, that he couldn't drift off again. He quickly readjusted his position slighty hoping to get in a more comfortable spot, without leaving the comfort of Dean's arms.

No luck, he was still being poked.

In fact, it seemed to be worse now. Still half asleep he tried wriggling around again looking for a slightly better position, when he was pulled back tight against Deans' chest by the tightening of the arm around his waist. He froze at the movement, unsure if Dean was awake or moving around in his sleep. A soft grunt against his neck answered that question followed by Deans soft 'just awoken' voice.

"Sam, you don't want to be doing that." Sam blushed as his brain finally woke up enough to work out what exactly was poking him in the back. "it's still early Sam, go back to sleep. "He finished quietly relaxing his tight hold on Sam's waist.

Sam shivered as Deans breath caressed his ear flushing an even deeper red as his body started to react to the gruff voice and the warm body encasing him. He shifted uncomfortably before nodding and closing his eyes. He didn't want to get up yet as that would mean having to leave the cocoon of warmth, he currently found himself in.

Maybe if he came up with some solid reasoning, he would be able to convince Dean that they should do this more often. It wasn't very likely though. In fact, he was surprised that Dean was allowing it now, even if it was for a case. Maybe he could convince Dean that sleeping like this made it safer for Sam. That always was the easiest way to convince Dean of anything

He shifted unconsciously, mind focused on his half-formed plan. His focus changed rapidly when he felt dean getting harder against his back. He felt a strange rush flow through him at the thought that he had caused it and his own erection twitched. Wanting to feel the thrilling rush through him again Sam shifted once more. Dean let out a deep, barely muffled, moan before suddenly the warmth was gone as he flopped down on his back, arm resting lightly over his eyes.

"Dammit, Sammy." He said softly causing Sam to turn around. He hadn't wanted to make Dean mad or upset. Looking across at him though he looked relaxed with one arm lightly resting over his eyes to block out the light while the other rested on his stomach.

"Sorry, you know I get restless sometimes." He replied softly hoping that Dean would believe the story. The first time really had been restlessness and Dean didn't need to know about the reason behind the second time.

Dean uncovered his eyes to glance over at Sam.

"Yeah, I know. It's not our fault, but I am planning on getting at least an hour more sleep so, either come over here and relax or get out." He said calmly stretching his arm out, making room for Sam on his chest. Sam happily snuggled into Deans side careful to keep his half hard member away from Dean. He laid his hand directly on top of where he knew deans tattoo was and gently moved his thumb back and forth over the area. Thinking about their matching tattoos always made Sam feel loved, even though he knew that it was purely functional to Dean. To him it was a sign showing their connection and their bond, symbolizing what they went through together on a regular basis. Every time he saw the tattoo it brought back so many memories of good and bad times with Dean. Sam almost moaned out loud when Dean started to lightly drag his hand through Sams' hair. He had always had a thing for people playing with his hair.

The laid like this for a little more than an hour, drifting in and out of sleep before the sharp shrill of dean's phone alarm cut through the comfortable atmosphere. Groaning dean untangled himself from sam, getting up to switch the phone off and heading straight into the bathroom to begin his morning routine. The strange thrill that Sam had felt earlier came back full force when he realized that Dean was still half hard. A twitch in his pants reminded him that he too was still hard. He rolled over pushing his head into the pillow hiding his seemingly ever-present blush in Deans' pillow. He shouldn't be hard over the thought of getting his brother hard over him. It probably had nothing to do with him. Anyway, it is a natural response to waking Up next to someone. He really had to focus on something else and forget this whole morning had happened. He didn't try to make dean hard. That is a crazy thought. Chalking it all Up too his early morning tiredness he let himself lock the thoughts away and drift off into a light snooze while he waited for Dean to finish.

"Come on Sammy, "Was the next thing he heard after what felt like mere minutes. "we have a big day today and you need to get Up now or you won't have time for your shower." Groaning Sam rolled over giving dean his patented bitch face. Dean chuckled before pointedly glancing at the bathroom door. Grumbling Sam final forced himself to get and get ready to face the day. His only consolation is that the extra time in bed without Dean had allowed his erection time to soften.