You liked it, huh? Saying filthy things to me and knowing I was somewhere I couldn't get any relief? Thought my zipper was gonna break... [Dean spread his legs farther apart, giving Sam more room to work at his jeans. Once Sam's hand was inside, he groaned helplessly, his head thumping back against the door. He rolled his hips, grinding himself into Sam's hand.]

[Then Sam's mouth was on his neck and he honest-to-god whimpered.] Sammy...