[It was a testament to how turned on he was, how hot he was for Sam, how completely twisted he was, or a combination of all three, that Dean didn't even consider arguing with that order. Sam's weight was barely off of him before he was pushing himself over, stretching out on his back and meeting Sam's gaze with a heated one of his own.]

Now what? [He was already panting, his cock laying hard against his belly. There wasn't much Sam could ask for now that he wouldn't get.]