[Well, it wasn't the first time Dean had a hard-on in his Impala. It was the first one with Sam, though, and the first one in a retail store parking lot. It was possible someone might notice him sitting there, looking at Sam like he'd like to dive across the seat and sink his teeth in, but he was way beyond caring about that.]

Yeah. [He licked his lips and swallowed hard, trying to keep his breathing under control.] Got a lot on my mind. And I want those marks. Leave 'em deep so days later, when I'm in some crap motel somewhere, I can touch 'em and feel your mouth on me.

[He reached for Sam's hand and guided it higher, pressing Sam's fingers into the crease where his leg met the rest of his body, thinking of the sensitive skin underneath his jeans.] Want one right there.