He echoes the laugh, quieter and softer, unlocking the cuffs and curling his other arm around Dean's body as he lowers him slowly down. "Glad I delivered."

They'll both have to go soon. He doesn't even know what time it is, he realizes with faint surprise. He doesn't know how long they've been here. Neil's waiting at home for him.

But he can't leave just yet.

He reaches down for the sheet, pulls it up over Dean's boneless form. Now that it's over it seems important to not force him to be too exposed. "I'll get you some water."