HUFF.

Okay. Cas will remember to be patient, because he is a sexless several-hundred-million-year-old creature and Dean is an American in his thirties.

Cas rolls over onto his back to lay beside Dean instead, lacing his fingers over his stomach and letting his legs dangle over the edge of the bed. "...I think I could eat after all." Unintentionally giving Dean an out if he wants to take it.