[Sam was in such a pleasant state--Dean's mouth on him, a night of pleasant sleep still clinging to him, and his brother looking up at him while she worked him over, letting him know how much she actually liked doing this for him. God, nothing was sexier than knowing Dean actually liked having him in her mouth enough to do this. Though he tried not to, his hips rolled up of their own accord as he got closer, practically writhing now.] Dean... so good--please...