Hasn't happened yet. [It was worse when he was a teenager. How he'd ever accomplished anything else was still a mystery to him. Then again, there had been John Winchester to contend with, so discipline was strongly enforced.]

Mmmm... [Dean sighed happily feeling Sam looming over him. Lips on his skin was even better, especially the back of his neck. It was all he could do not to whimper.] Good. Don't want ya goin' anywhere.