Thinking is a terrible idea; why would anyone want to think when this feels so good? Maybe it's the trickster thing, all the chaos in the air giving him a near-constant buzz, maybe it's the fact that he's doing a trickster thing right now as he thrusts into her -- Dean sure as hell is going to blame all of that later for how much he's enjoying this.

"Close," he says with a cocky grin and a growl in his voice, but soon after that he loses his ability to think in full sentences let alone try to respond appropriately to whatever she might have to say. He's slowly unraveling, but he's holding it together as he reaches between them to make sure her world's going to be fully rocked here.