There's something strangely peaceful about Dean just letting go of all he thinks he has to do and letting Sam take charge. And that contented expression on Dean's face reminds me of some earlier work of yours, and it's just perfect how beautiful he looks when he's relaxed.

Ah, I can barely handle Sam in his throne, especially with that tattoo vine creeping up his neck and twisting around his pec (and those spiked notches on his shoulders!). It's hard to decide exactly what Sam's thinking since he's got a enigmatic look there, somewhere between satisfied and calculating, and I really like that.