Being bracketed by Sam's legs like this is oddly comforting. It shouldn't be, possibly, considering that this entire situation arose from someone overpowering him, holding him down and pressing the breath out of him. But there's safety in Sam's weight. It grounds him. He can feel Sam's softened cock against his own naked skin, and it makes him smile a little. Because... this is nice. Domestic, comfortable, both of them laid bare to each other one way or another. Castiel sighs in pleasure at Sam's hand making contact.

"You can put your weight on me, if you wish. Feeling you is pleasant to me..."