Bite marks aren't any better, Dean. [He gave his brother a look over his shoulder - he was smiling. Dean was smiling, smug, because of these marks whereas Sam was just trying to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks at the hazy memories and the reminders.] Yeah... it kinda shows, Dean.

[He paused at the touch though. No matter how light it had been or brief and no matter how mortified he was that he'd... done that with Dean, it still left his skin almost tingling. He shrugged it off, turning his face towards his brother, looking him over for any marks he might have left.] Just most of them, man.