Couldn't believe he was asking me if I had missed him. Slapped his thigh and asked, "Dean Winchester, are you seriously asking me about something that has to do with feelings?" Couldn't help but tease him a bit. I think the answer was obvious that I had missed him.
"Although it was very tempting to put my butt up against the wall and have the faucet stimulate me I was able to control myself." The last time I had rubbed one out was when we were on the phone together. Something was seriously up with me. Usually I had to get off at least once a day. I'd tried but just couldn't finish up. I blamed Dean. It wasn't the same anymore. Having the real thing was so much better.