Sam barely bit back a protesting noise when Dean decided to pull off completely because that's what his brother would want. Instead he huffed, taking in a deep breath as he looked over at the other. He shifted, wiggling his hips as much as he could, almost glad for the way his skin still stung from earlier. Provided enough of a distraction.

"I don't know... what else have you got for me, Dean? Nowhere near begging yet."