A soft smile slipped past Roger's radar and he anchored Dean closer with the hand that gripped his shoulder.

"You look like a man who takes it up the ass," Roger said behind that grin. "Does that count?" The mood needed desperately to be lightened, and Roger needed just as desperately for it not to be acknowledged that he'd just thrown himself in front of a demon for Dean. Dean already knew that he would, and no one had to know he did.