Dean wasn't quite sure which groans were the good kind, and which were the happier kinds, so he stopped now and then, making sure. But he got into a kind of rhythm after a while, edging over shoulder blades and then below, working toward the small of Seamus' back. It was a bit weird, really, but after a while, it was kind of strangely enjoyable, feeling the knots of tension start to give way under his fingertips.
"Damn right," he agreed. The last groan made Dean pause, a little uncomfortable without quite knowing why. "Too much?" he asked, pressure easing and hands stilling again. "What'd they do, anyway? Drop you off a building to make you learn how to be something that flies?"