"Holy shit!" Dean was surprised but pleasantly so. He didn't expect Merle to be so strong. He was taller than Dean but he wasn't that much bulkier. Merle just didn't seem like the kind of guy who could pick him up. Apparently he was wrong and totally happy about that. It was really hot. Really hot that Merle could do this. Dean could imagine a million uses for that sort of strength. "You're just full of surprises."

Dean ran his hands down Merle's arms holding him up with obvious appreciation in his eyes. Then they're on the bed and Merle was over him, weighing him down and it was even better. It took him only a moment to match his rocking, hips rolling in rhythm with his so there wasn't a second they were apart. Until Merle started to pull at his clothes.

"I've got it, I've got it," he said with a laugh, happy there was so much desire between them. Sometimes Dean could feel like he wanted more than his partner. Now he felt like they were equal, that they were both invested. He sat up just enough to pull his shirt over his head.

Dean was heavily tattooed. His left arm was a full sleeve of artwork, his chest and shoulders marked, and a large tiger on his right forearm. Anyone with a magical gift would feel the magic in some of the tattoos. He'd explain them all later for Merle's curiosity. He tossed the shirt on the floor then wrapped his arms around Merle again and kissed him deeply.