Dean would deny anything, because there was no way in Hell he'd agree he was good at something like that after only doing it once. "Yeah, but, you know... it's different than with a girl." He shrugged a bit then nuzzled at his pillow. He was tired and satisfied, and Dean wondered just whether or not he and Sam would be able to manage moving on with their lives after this in a healthier way. If this could ever be described as healthy.
Watching Sam get dressed, Dean smirked to himself. He knew every scar Sam had, he'd sewn up most of the wounds himself, but it was nice to be able to look at them openly without having to feign as if they had any shred of privacy between them.
"Next time, I get to top. You're not gonna get out of it this easily, just 'cause I'm tired," he murmured, grinning sleepily at him.