Dean's shuddered a bit as Sam spoke like that, his eyes slipping shut while Sam kissed his neck. It wasn't fair how much Sam could just melt him into his hands, and while he could be aggressive too, he knew Sam was much rougher than he was and it made his body ache with need at the idea of just how hard Sam could take him. Damn, it was getting way out of hand again.
"Bastard," he breathed out, finally just pressing his back to the wall and hoisting his other leg up, wrapping both around Sam. "Facing you," he grunted, kissing him once more. Dean was a tall guy, six foot was a decent height, but he was sure Sam's extra four inches and his build would be enough to keep them upright.
"Just... fuck, just do it, don't wait around." He could take a few days off from hunting if it left him too sore.