"We'll see how fast I kick your ass if you try that," he all but purred into Sam's ear. Okay, so maybe next time. If there ever was a next time. This was ridiculous. They weren't even half way through the first time. God, this was just entirely the opposite of what he planned, or what he usually wanted, but this was Sam. His brother, best friend, soulmate -- maybe being lovers made sense? He wasn't sure.

Groaning a little, he pushed his hips into Sam's hand, deciding he'd toy with him in a little while, see how rough Sam actually did get when he was sparked up like this. Except... then Sam was on his knees and Dean looked at him like he'd just grown a new head.

"Sam, you don't need to... do that," he insisted, gripping a handful of Sam's hair and kissing him firmly. Yeah, he could really get used to this. That was probably a bad thing. "Let me do it." And that was one very unplanned set of words, but he'd roll with it.