One day at a time sounded good. At least neither of them were running for the hills. And hey, if it worked out then at least they had the mind blowing sex to look forward to as they waded through the pile of shit that was their life.
Sam yelped at the slap, shooting Dean a glare. Oh great, he had unleashed a monster on the world, hadn't he? He rinsed his mouth out and ran a comb through his hair before making his way to the bed, dropping his towel to change into boxers and a t-shirt. "I didn't learn it anywhere. It's hardly rocket science, Dean, I mean, there's only one place it can go - right?" Besides, Dean could hardly talk, he hadn't been all that clueless when he sucked Sam's dick. Been practising?