[Hands braced on Sam's shoulders, Dean slowly pushed himself up on his knees, giving a slight whine of loss when Sam slipped out of him. As much as he loathed to leave the couch, he wanted much more room for this. He went down on his knees on the carpet, bent to brace his hands in front of him, and looked back over his shoulder at his brother.] Don't keep me waiting, Sam. C'mon.