He laughs softly, starts unbuckling his belt. "Yeah, that part was... a lot less weird than I thought it was gonna be."

Dean naked, in chains, completely at his mercy... and his dick hadn't entered into the equation at all. What he remembers seeing is bruised flesh, ruined skin. Blood. Dean's face.

He stands long enough to push his pants and underwear down his thighs, kicking them away. "I just... I hope Cas doesn't come after me or anything, 'cause I really don't love the idea of having to explain this to him."