Dean had been telling himself that it had just been the whole, y'know, atmosphere of Purgatory: between the bouts of violence, sometimes the only comfort was a hand to hold.

After a few months since escaping Purgatory, he had to admit to himself that was a wussy excuse – if he wanted to hold hands with Benny, or whatever, that was no one's business but his and Benny's.

Dean expected him to be surprised, but all he did was smile, and gently squeeze Dean's hand in return.