Yeah, you did. I'll give you that one. [Sam was allowed to be smug. He'd hammered Dean six ways from Sunday and Dean couldn't even attempt to pretend that he hadn't been begging for it.]

A room huh? We can do that. Backseat, too. [He chuckled against Sam's skin.] Of course, if we do that, I'll get hard every time I look in the rear view mirror...