"Can't help it, dude. My stomach started it." Dean had always had a healthy appetite. Appetites. Many of them. The sex one had been sufficiently satisfied for the moment. Food was next on his list.

On the other hand, he was pretty damn comfortable where he was. He pressed in against Jaime's back, giving a contented sigh at the warmth from the scarab on Jaime's back. "Maybe five more minutes..."