Closer, more. Benny needs this just as much as he does and Dean doesn't even break the kiss as he pulls his shirt the rest of the way off, arching up into the hands shoved beneath his tshirt. With that out of the way, he straddles his lap, rolling his hips down into Benny.

Dean won't leave him behind, not again. They're better together, and he knows that Benny won't walk away.

It's too chick flick to examine too closely, and like everything else with Benny, this just fits. It's easier.