"If you keep looking at me like that we won't make it to a bed." Castiel's voice is rough and dark enough to wake a fire in Dean's gut.
Cas takes a step closer so he's right in Dean's face. So close that Dean can smell the tequila from last night and feel the heat of the ex-angel's body.
Goddammit, it works. Dean feels himself smirk even though he's still angry. But the angel learned that line off him, and it works. Every. Damn. Time.
"So?" Dean lets the argument drop along with his belt and grabs Cas. "This'll do."