"No, you're not," Sam insisted, sounding amused. He knew she wasn't too. That usually bothered him, but in this scenario it was hardly a thing worth worrying over. The only thing frustrating about her right now was that she was wearing too many clothes. The rest, he found, he could easily deal with.
"But that's okay," he informed her, sliding his hand up her waist, fingers smoothing over her chest. Sam's mouth found her neck again, quick to bite at the skin that brushed against his mouth. "I can make you mean it."
Sam was suddenly feeling very glad that she had decided to stay in Lawrence with them. Usually, she was hard to find. Ever since Dean had gotten back, there had been a lot of complications between them and their usual meetings. That wasn't to say that Sam wasn't happy that Dean was back - he WAS, in fact, and he'd take that over anything else in the world...except for maybe Lilith's head on a platter, nice and bloody the way that it should have been. But aside from that, Sam was pleased to have Dean around. Distracted and worried and terribly frustrated, yes, but still very pleased all the same. The only downside to it was in relation to this. Sam couldn't exactly spend his nights curled up in bed with a demon when he constantly found himself worrying about his big brother breaking the door in every time he tried.
Even tonight, he was a bit paranoid. But this? It couldn't have possibly been worse than the Impala. They were outside. Right outside. Dean was way more likely to find them there and he hadn't. What were the chances of him doing as much here and now?