He laughed a little. His tattoos were not a big secret. They peeked out from his sleeves and shirt colors all the time. There was no way Merle missed seeing them before now. Still, he preened to show them off, always enjoying that sort of attention.

As best he could while lying down Dean helped with getting his pants off and then he lay there naked and shameless about it. He knew he looked good and stretched on the bed to show himself off as best he knew how. He kept fit with yoga and wandering New York. Merle could look all he wanted.

"Wow, already dreaming about me huh?" Dean grinned and crooked a finger at him. "Come here and find out how real I am. This isn't a dream."

It was really nice to be admired and looked at with such blatant lust but Dean wanted more action. He wanted physical affection, physical lust. He wanted Merle's skin against his, warmth to warmth, and feeling each other as much as possible for as long as possible. Having him looking wasn't going to satisfy that.