“Watch out,” Dean says, and hauls Sam’s shirt up and over his head in a turbulence of glitter. It’s a move like a punch, dynamic and curt, and Sam laughs as he blinks artificial sparks out of his eyelashes, fingers fumbling for Dean.

“Watch out,” Dean says, and hauls Sam’s shirt up and over his head in a turbulence of glitter. It’s a move like a punch, dynamic and curt, and Sam laughs as he blinks artificial sparks out of his eyelashes, fingers fumbling for Dean.