"Okay, no, it wasn't strangers at gas stations..." But there was more to it than Sam was letting on. He threaded his fingers through Dean's hair, unable to stop the soft moan escaping him as Dean teased his nipple. Damn it, Dean was going to learn every single one of his weak spots and use it to his advantage.
"A week off doesn't sound too bad," he murmured, still toying with Dean's hair. "But you're right, we should find a case. Reckon you can walk? I believe you still owe me breakfast."