Dean's muscles leap beneath Mike's hand, the whole of his body jerking in surprise at the gentle touch, though Dean is quick to recompose himself. He doesn't know why he's bothering - with any luck, Mike will soon have him screaming, but the part of Dean that still refuses to go down easy holds his body upright.

After a moment more, he bows his head, accepting the kindness as a different kind of torment. It's the same reaction that's kept him from asking for this before now, that sends him to the beds of strangers and never to those that profess to care about him. It's too much, feels too raw, and Dean swallows hard. "C'mon."