Sam just stayed there against Dean, holding onto him. Of course he still loved him... it wasn't that easy to just stop loving your own brother, especially not with how close they'd been. Didn't matter what arguments they'd had or what his brother was now.

Didn't matter if he was being an idiot.

He felt Dean reaching up to push at his hair, felt him pushing at his shirt and he tilted his head a little to show it was okay. It wasn't as daunting as the first time he'd let Dean feed off him and this time, he let himself let out a soft groan. He let his eyes drift shut, arms tightening around his brother, fisting into the back of his shirt.