Head tipping back, Dean stares carefully up at Lucifer, heart racing. His lips part cautiously, listening to the angel speak and wondering where exactly his supposed break had gone. But fine- if Lucifer really wants it, and Dean is really meant to give it, then what else is there? Flicking his gaze down to stare at Lucifer's cock before tipping his head back again, Dean gives a single nod, swallowing thickly.

As far as Dean was concerned, Sam wouldn't keep in the slightest. He'd find a way in mid-blowjob and Dean would break. Granted, if he'd already been out there for twenty minutes, maybe Dean was in luck. If he could even call it that.