"Then I guess you're stuck with me for a good long while, huh?" He murmurs, smirking against his neck. No, he's not going to bite. The impulse might be there, but he doesn't feed on people anymore, especially not Dean.

He pulled away slowly though, that smirk lengthening. It was good, even the idea that Dean might want to hang on to him. He needed that, needed Dean. "Better not say that though... might start thinking you're serious here."