[Sam might have felt a little bad, somewhere deep down, that he and Dean couldn't even go grab a cup of coffee without ending up stuck in the Impala, both looking at each other liked they'd prefer crawling in the backseat... which yeah, he probably would have already been doing if they weren't in a store parking lot.]

Dean... [He breathed the other's name, biting back a groan at just the thought of Dean tasting and marking every inch of Dean, giving him reminders days later of what his little brother had done to him. It was all kinds of messed up, but he couldn't bring himself to are properly.]

[Or at all, especially when his hand was guided higher, flexing a little bit over Dean's leg as he worried his lower lip absently, eyes drifting down. Yeah, there was no way they could go in in the state they were both in and really, he should be pulling away from Dean, telling him to stop it because now wasn't a good time. Instead he was rubbing his hand over the spot he'd been guided to, nice and slow.] Right there, huh? That's not where you want my mouth to stop either, is it? [He knew better, he really did, but his hand was slowly moving over a little to palm over the bulge in his jeans.]