Mmmmm... [That was all the answer and agreement Dean could muster for a few moments. He practically melted into the seat, slouching bonelessly, arms and legs still splayed wide. He'd seen pornos that were more subtle. When he could breathe again, he'd try to care.]

[A slow, sated grin worked its way onto his face.] Apartment's a good idea. 'Specially since there's at least one barista in there giving me the stink eye.

[He reached for Sam's hand and pulled it back to him, wiping it clean with the edge of his shirt.] You gonna make it?