[Dean's head lulled onto Sam's shoulder, relaxing under the touch and enjoying the attention. It felt really good to be the one being looked after. That was usually his job, in almost all his relationships. More often than not, he was even taking care of Dad.]

Mmm'kay. Later. [He rested his hands on Sam's hips and rubbed the pads of his thumbs against the slick skin.] It was good, Sammy. Really good. And actually a first for me. I don't get to say that a lot.