When his arms were free, Dean lowered them and rubbed them a little. The padding made it easy on his wrists, but his arms still ached a little from holding himself still so long in that position.

Not that he was complaining. He'd let Nathaniel cuff him every night if he wanted to. The rewards were always well worth it.

"Still have other plans?" He asked curiously, reaching up to brush his hand down one of Nathaniel's arms.