[Dean rolled his wrists just a fraction under Sam's hands, a jolt of pure pleasure zinging through him at the feel of the firm grip. Sam's hands were huge, like all the rest of him, and it had been such an embarrassing year when he realized his baby brother had outgrown him. Except, right now, he was really loving those enormous hands.]

[A warm smile reached his lips when Sam's eyes went wide.] Yeah, I want it. [He wasn't sure how it was going to go, but he figured since there was at least a minor risk of pain involved, he'd be the one to go first. They could figure it out on him.]

I have... there's stuff in my bag... [Damn but he didn't want to get up, though.]