He looks like he might, but he's been Sam's big brother for longer than he's been freaked by him, and he reaches out again, drops his hand on the pillow by Sam's head and sinks to the floor.

"We are so screwed," he says, face buried in his other hand.

Sam touches Dean's neck. "Only 'cause you make everything so fucking difficult."

Dean shakes his head. "That's bullshit, and you know it. This is, Jesus, Sammy--" He keeps his head bent, the only way he can confess his secrets, and the words sound like they're cutting his throat to shreds. "You always ask for too much."

"You never ask for enough."

Meep! And ouch. This is just beautifully, beautifully done.