"You were fucking beautiful, Lobo." He leans against Sam, nosing into his shoulder before peeling off to find the shampoo. It's. Somewhere. Getting him strung out like that, taking him, watching him crack apart over and over-

It'd been amazing.

"With a machine? Fuck no. With you?" There it is- he snags the bottle and pours a measure into his hands, reaching up to start working it through Sam's hair. "Always."