3.5 stars. A well written short fic. Sam has been at Stamford for a year, the guys have phone sex and agree to hook up, a lot of porn ensues. Skimmed some.
“Dean,” Sam repeats in a whisper. “Come here. Please. Come to me.”
Dean groans. Every cell in his body wants to, except the voice deep in his head telling him it would be the worst idea ever. “I can’t, Sammy. I’m drunk and the fog and I’m two fucking thousand miles away. I can’t.”