"Have you ever thought about us doing it bare?" Sam pauses with his coffee cup halfway to his mouth and brings his gaze up. "What do you mean?" "You know. Fucking bareback." Dean's not looking at him and Sam really, really wishes he would. Sam sets the cup down and exhales slowly. "Maybe."

Sam's psychic headaches no longer hold visions to go with them, but that doesn't mean they don't hurt. Dean finds a way to make Sam feel better when they happen.

Following a hunt that leaves Sam hurt, what is already a deep bond between Sam and Dean grows even more. This is a love story.