Sam smiled at that. "Of course. How about I get out my good belt as well. Use that one to take your hands from you and my everyday belt to stripe your ass and shoulders?" He could moderate the hits across the shoulders just fine, after all, and it would include the tattoo, the permanent mark of their relationship.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Castiel's shoulder. Because his head was difficult to get to. "I'm going to get out of the car now so that I can pick you up and take you to the bathroom. Is that all right?"