[Dean flopped over onto his back when Sam pulled away. He drew in long, deep breaths to try and slow his hammering heartbeat. He stretched languidly, letting his arms flop out above his head and just lay there. Man, it was probably a good thing he didn't live with or near Sam on a regular basis. One of them might not survive it at this rate. Probably Dean.]

[He grinned, eyes closed, completely at ease.] I think we accomplished my half of the plan. I doubt I'm getting it up again for a while. How're you doin', Sammy?