Dean wasn't one to bragging to Sam about the accomplishments in his sex life but every once in a while... he found himself talking to his brother after a loooong night.

"I'm tellin' you. Awesome night." Dean smirked.

"It's been twenty minutes, Dean!" Sam scoffed, shaking his head. "Since when do you act like a love-sick puppy?!"

Dean frowned at that. "I'm not-" He tried to deny it but he knew Sam wasn't necessarily wrong, so he just ended up eating his words. "Shut up." He aggressively took a long sip of his morning coffee.

There was a moment of silence between them that had Sam thinking that conversation was over. But as if!

"But man, the way those--" Dean started again, gesturing at some very specific things with his hands but was cut short by Sam.

"Dude! Too much information!" Sam scolded him. "Jesus..."

The sound of footsteps approaching stopped the brothers' conversation from going any further.

"She's coming." Dean slapped Sam's arm. "Keep it cool."

"Tell that to yourself." Sam scoffed.