[Okay, so maybe Dean had a thing about necks. And maybe he enjoyed that just a little more than strictly necessary. Hey, he was naked and being given one hell of a hickey. He was allowed to enjoy it.]

[When Sam pulled away, he swallowed hard and blinked, grinning kind of dopey at his brother. Tilted his head to the side a little to get a better look in the mirror at the mark Sam left on him, rubbing it lightly with this thumb.] Want a manlier cover story? I got picked up by a Hell's Angel in a biker bar?