"Dude... She's the biggest slash fan I know. You know she has a website, right? Of stories. About us. Doing... well-- doing this." Funny how they'd both seemed so grossed out by the whole Wincest thing, and now it was a very real thing in their lives. Yep. Their lives were officially all shades of fucked up. Maybe he'd just take a photo of that face for his own private use. Not that he needed a photo, the image was etched into his memory for life.
Sam took the lotion, letting his fingers linger against Dean's for a moment longer than necessary. He paled a little at the mention of telling Cas. He was still working through his guilt, telling an angel of the Lord that they were committing a terrible sin was not his idea of a good time, especially when said angel was their friend. "...I think he has enough on his plate right now..."
He unfastened the top and poured some onto his palm, being sure to slick his fingers. He dipped his head again to take Dean's cock in his mouth, while using the distraction to work a single digit into him.