Dean had been holding his breath. This was something he couldn't explain. Not to himself and sure as hell not to Sam. Benny had become more than just an ally and if they were both going to stay sane after Purgatory, they needed this. A reminder that they made it. They were alive.

He sinks into the kiss, tasting the smoke and heat of the whiskey on his lips.

No more thinking. His hand slides up his shoulder to cup the back of his neck and hold him there, lingering over the kiss. "I need this, Benny. I need you."