[A slow shaky sigh escaped her when he turned it back down and she put her hands up on the table. At this rate, they wouldn't make it to dessert before she was begging. And even if he agreed and fucked her, it wasn't a guarantee she'd be allowed to come. The thought alone made her whimper again, softly.] I think so. I really think so.

[She grinned at him and then managed to keep herself in check long enough to give her order when the waiter returned with their drinks. After Sam gave his order and the waiter left again, Dean's hand returned to Sam's lap, rubbing lightly.]