Do it. Do it, Sammy. Let go. [His head tipped back to give Sam better access to his neck. He couldn't possibly get hard again so soon, but he was loving every second of Sam's wanton desperation. The way his voice got louder and louder in Dean's ear. The frantic pace of his thrusts.]

[Yeah, he might not be able to get hard right now, but he was going to be jerking off to this memory for the rest of his life.] You're so fucking good. feel so fucking good. Come for me, Sammy. Wanna hear you.