With the weight of Lucifer removed, Dean finds himself breathing a touch easier, lungs filling desperately to try and return to himself. Not that he exactly wants to, but Lucifer's touch lingers long enough for him to forget for another flickering second, shivering, unable to stop it. But it's the press to his back that leaves him confused, at least until it starts to burn somewhere deep. Dean figures he should've guessed he'd ended up marked by this in a whole different way then simply stained with Lucifer's come. No, the angel has to be able to find him again, and easily. Dean tries to squirm for a second but gives up the fight within seconds, too exhausted to know he'd get anywhere.

And then Lucier steps back and away and Dean slowly remembers how to feel exposed, wishing he could stand upright and keep Lucifer's eyes off him for mere seconds. But there's nothing he can do, nowhere he can move - Lucifer can just take the image with him and leave nothing to waste.