"Talk me through it. Please."

Not that Castiel can't do it on his own. But with Sam's hands not available, he needs his lover all over him in a different way, needs to hear the reassuring cadence of his voice as he clamps his nipples for him, as he turns himself into a show for Sam to enjoy.

It's almost a pity that Sam can't see him, nipples hard and red, face flushed.