I haven't forgotten. I'm really hoping you come up with something more exciting than "wash the windows" or whatever, when you decide to exercise your Dom-y side, Sammy. I'll wash 'em, but it sure seems like a waste.

[He shifted over and settled in against Sam's side. Now that he'd eaten, he was ready to get comfy again. Sam should really stop radiating so much heat if he wanted Dean to stop invading his space.]