[Jesus, that look on Sam's face. Suddenly, that raging hard-on that Dean thought might actually end him was no longer an issue. He swallowed and sat up slowly when Sam pulled back. It was absolutely stunning to him that nothing the two of them had done together had brought Dean the first hint of shame, but every time his other, perfectly consensual, mostly hetero, totally non-incestuous sexual encounters were brought up, he felt like he was being gut punched.]

Just prepared, Sam. The stuff's always in the bag right next to the knives and ammo. I'm not a girl, dude. I don't have different bags for different occasions.

[He scrubbed a hand over his face and through his hair. He wasn't even sure Sam would let him in the door when he got here, let alone stay in his apartment where the normal folks might see him. So what if plan B was to climb into a manky old motel room or a willing waitress somewhere? Why should he feel guilty about that? He totally did, though, now.]

I'll be right back. [He got to his feet and headed into the bedroom to where he'd left his bag.]