Sam dropped the towel back into Eliot's hands, and let him go to work on drying him, grateful for how gentle he was with the towel, and the fact that he was considerate of his pain at all. Sam didn't resent his resistance at all--had their positions been reversed, Sam would have done just the same. He probably would have let Lucifer go to town with the dildo, too.

Eliot had been kind to him, and Sam wasn't going to forget that any time soon. That was why he was encouraging Eliot to sleep with him on the bed; it was reward and forgiveness both.

"We stay down this end, otherwise he knows. You can't sleep in the bed. It's reserved for people, and we aren't people."

That was very blunt, but Sam didn't even acknowledge it thus, just carefully edged down onto it.

"Maybe if you slot up against my back--that way I can curl up. I feel safer in that position."