"Right. I could feel it, just wanted to make sure I wasn't accidentally torturing you or something." Dean resumed massaging, hands drifting lower. The oddity of rubbing his best friend's back was starting to fade, and i was just turning into a project - trying to hunt out the little knots of tension and ease them. Dean was getting better at it as he was going along.
Dean looked curious. "Yeah? So did you change at all? I mean, do you know what you're going to be? Or have a good guess? you're not a roach or a beetle, righ?"