If Dean kept this up, letting him go after this weekend was going to be hell. He shifted in his sleep at that mouth teasing and sucking him, stirring slowly. For a moment, he thought he was just dreaming about the wetness surrounding his cock, the suction.

But no... that was definitely Dean's mouth. He let out a moan of his name, shifting underneath him a little. "Good morning to you too," he drawled sleepily, looking down hazily.