Dude, I don't think I can handle many more of these costumes. [His breath hitched at that friction against him as he slowly went to push the shirt off her shoulders, drawing away to take a good look.]

[And God, he wasn't disappointed either. Slowly, his hands smoothed up her sides, just taking it all end before finally coming to rest at her breasts, gently exploring because... God, he didn't know what Dean wanted right now or how.]