[Dean knelt beside his bag, rummaging inside, and trying to remind his brain and body about what they'd been so happy about a few minutes ago. If he wasn't careful, his dick was gonna get whiplash from the constant up and down. It was a good thing they'd decided to do it this way and not with Dean on top. It was going to take one serious effort to get it back up.]

[He couldn't even shake it off and fall back on his old, reliable, "it's just sex" line, either. It wasn't just sex with Sam. It was something that had the potential to do real damage to them both if things went wrong. It had to be good or not at all. Fortunately, he figured that it only really had to be good for Sam this particular time. It'd be easier to pay attention to what he needed to do for Sam when the positions reversed if he was focusing and not lost in the act, and a little physical discomfort still beat the hell out of this emotional stuff any day.]

[He stood, lube and condoms in hand, and headed back out into the living room. Having a plan made him feel a little bit better about the whole thing. He tossed the stuff to Sam with a trademark Dean cheeky grin.] Want me on my back or my front, boss man?