Clock ticking loudly in his brain, Dean is fully aware of the time constraints laid out before him. It doesn't make it easier to do anything, but at the very least it means he has to come to a conclusion.

With it comes the realization that having control of his hands might've been useful, at least for the means of holding on to Lucifer with. Because now he has to go bobbing for it, one more notch added to his list of humiliations. There's just nothing left for him but to do it, scooting his way in closer until all it really should take is a quick, unjustifiable act. Which Dean... just can't seem to go through with, wrenching himself back fully until he's leaning onto his heels, staring holes in Lucifer's hips.