Breathing is overrated. Dean left his eyes open when they kissed, doesn't see the need to close them now.

Screw it. Dean's drunk and he hasn't gotten laid in...a while. He slides his hands up Cas' sides, rucking up his shirt and y'know what? Skin is skin, even on a male body, and Dean really really likes touching it.

"Lucky for you, I know what I'm doing." To a degree.