Do your worst, Sammy. I'm tough. I can take it. [He grinned. Two days of minor servitude offset by brain-shattering orgasms? He could so handle that.]

[That question gave him a second's pause. If he said what he really wanted to do, Sam would probably turn bright red and try to hide under the table. Dean figured he should try to at least pretend he had something else on his mind.] Something that involves coffee?

I dunno, Sam. I don't know what the fun places around here are.