Cas walks over to the bed, which is a feat anyway since he's got a hard on in his jeans and the movement makes the fabric drag across it. His breath hitches, he sits down quickly and rubs his sweaty palms against his thighs, fingers twitching with the urge to just take care of himself then and there.

Dean had really liked it when Cas played around with his ear. Cas remembers tweaking the nerve endings there to be more sensitive; he wonders if those other spots that had already been laid out as hyper-sensitive would produce the same result.