[Dean isn't much one for manipulation, at least not intentionally; he wanted to, Felix wanted to, so they did. It's the kind of pleasure, the kind of comfort Dean is perfectly willing to give and take equally, perfectly comfortable with.

Then Felix is putting himself back together and Dean isn't much better off but he does feel better; he feels like he can breathe again, really this time, like his feet are back on solid ground. He grins at the question, wiping his hand down the thigh of his jeans again, and reaches to punch the right button this time, clearing his throat.]

Guess we'd better. Need to make sure it ain't disappeared on us. [This time it is all joking, and when they reach the deck, Dean is even still feeling good enough that he doesn't balk like he normally does. He sticks close, but he seems to be able to stand on his own now, to trust Felix will be there when he looks back. He does. He is.]

Did you ever figure your shit out in the library?