There might have been worse things... Sam wasn't sure anymore. Letting your brother suck and lick on your neck, drink your blood, had to be so many kinds of wrong. So was letting him cuddle up like a puppy afterwards. But this was Dean and-- that sounded like the best excuse at the moment.

His lips curled up into a broader smile. "Dude, you're kinda drunk, aren't you?" And that was amusing for some reason. "Yeah, m'okay..."