Even if one of us might accidentally slip off while we're doing this? [Which would probably be Dean since he didn't have the support of the back of the couch to keep him up.]

[But whatever. Dean's mouth was back on him, teasing him with teeth and drawing out a soft, approving noise.] God, Dean... [He smiled slightly.] You got any plans on how we're going to end the night, man? or are we winging it?