[The groan and movement isn't lost on Dean. His eyes crack open, expecting to get a shock when he saw Sam's face so close to his own, but there's nothing shocking about it. It's a face he's familiar with, probably knows better than anything else in the world, one he grew up with and cherished. He shuts his eyes again, allowing himself to press harder into the kiss, unaware of any finality in the act Sam might be perceiving.]
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