It always felt better when he didn't have to put it on himself. It made the sense of ownership stronger. Dean shivered a little at the feel of Nathaniel's fingers on his skin. So good.

He took the keys, silently as he was told, and stood obediently to go upstairs and wait. Upstairs, he left Nathaniel's keys on the table and went to straighten up the clothes he'd left all over the place earlier. Then he fixed his master a drink and carried it to the living room. The drink was set carefully on the coffee table and Dean sank down to his knees beside the couch to wait as he was told.