Dean leaned back against the pillows and let Sam curl into him however much he was comfortable. His hand moved up to cradle the back of his brother's head while his other hand rested on Sam's side. He drank slowly from the wound, acutely aware of how easy it would be to hurt Sam and how much he didn't want to do that.

Some nights, he only took enough to just take the edge off the hunger. Tonight, he let himself drink a while, but he would take care to keep well away from the point where Sam would feel sick or uncomfortable from it.