The dark promise in his voice, one that conjured images of bright silver blades, cool holy water and blood so dark it looked black. It only made it better as Sam nipped at his thigh, getting comfortable between his legs.

"Tomorrow we go hunting and we finish this. He won't be able to take anything else away from us."

Before Dean can agree, Sam tips his head and slides him into his mouth. It was cheating, sure, but worth it to hear him groan.