"Dean?" It's a soft whisper.
"Mmm, Sam?" A half-asleep mumble comes back.
The two men are half-dozing on their beds after leaving the mental hospital.
"Can I have some pudding?"
The older hunter is confused. "Pudding?"
"Yeah." Sam's smirk can even be heard in his voice. "Your pudding. Y'know, what you showed the nurse?"
"T-that?" Dean's voice catches as his eyes widen. "You serious, Sammy?" His eyes meet his brother's.
"Extremely. It...looked really...tasty." The hunger in Sam's eyes makes him almost look scary, but in a very arousing way.
"Get. Your. Fucking. Mouth. Over here. Now!" Dean halts at almost every word, fumbling open his belt.
Sam is quick to obey.