God, that feels good. It's almost enough to chase away the flicker of frustration at Dean saying yet again that something Castiel wants to do isn't necessary.

He'll get it through his thick skull eventually. Cas decides to let that slide for now -because regardless of whether or not Dean thinks he needs it, Cas is going to do it- and reaches down to unlace Dean's boots, pulling them off of his feet to set them aside. He should give Dean a foot and calf massage one day.