Well. Cas sure has figured out this making out thing real quick, hasn't he? Not that Dean's complaining.

Now that he has a lap full of angel, Dean actually relaxes, resting his hands on Cas' hips. Dean is in a motel room in Vegas, with a damn Angel of the Lord in his lap. A virgin Angel of the Lord. He can't help but feel like he's dirtying Cas up a little bit. It's kind of a nice "fuck you" to upstairs, actually. For many reasons.