The kissing was definitely a great distraction. Sam was fast becoming addicted to Dean's kisses. Bad taste of the lotion aside, he could taste beer on Dean, and something distinctly Dean, and it was that taste that was the most addictive. More addictive than Demon blood. Not to mention his sharp jawline and chiselled male model cheekbones. Seriously, considering they spent their lives digging up bodies or splattered in the blood and guts of monsters, Dean was all kinds of pretty with his freckles and his eyes. Sam had never really noticed until now how damned attractive Dean was. Sure, he knew the girls dug him. Dean was the handsome one, Sam was the pretty one. But on closer inspection, Sam was convinced Dean was the pretty one.
He panted and moaned into the kiss as he buried himself entirely inside Dean. It took him all his willpower not to come there and then inside that tight heat. "Dean..." The name came out a lot more desperate and breathy than Sam cared to admit.