Well, he did challenge Sam to turn him into a pool of jello. He only had himself to blame. Only problem was, Sam was quickly becoming a boneless heap of jello too. Who would've thought that being tongue-fucked by your brother would be so mind blowing? He curled his own tongue around Dean's, fighting for dominance over the kiss in a clash of teeth and saliva. It was hardly a pretty kiss, it was a desperate kiss.
He withdrew his fingers and reached for the lotion again. Two fingers was enough right? Dean was tough... right? Sam slicked himself up, taking a little longer than necessary just because it felt so good to get some much needed friction on his aching dick.