Oh, hell yeah. That was so very pretty, and you know, it doesn't need to be NC17. What it needs to be is compelling, and this was.

I loved the descriptions, the need that Dean has for his brother, and the way this felt real.

I loved the concert, but what I really loved was:

They’re standing so close their foreheads bump, and Sam’s lips press to his own thumb, awkward and hesitant as he says his brother’s name again, shaking as he backs up and moves away, and Dean realizes there’s nothing else to say.

Yahtse, as Dean would say.