That is something like perfect is what it is. Dean takes his hands off Cas' back briefly. He shifts, fumbling with his fly. Cas' fly takes a little more effort. Dean's never taken off a dude's jeans from this angle before, after all. But finally he gets both flies open and Dean's never been so thankful for his self-control before because otherwise he'd have probably lost it by now, what with Cas making obscene noises and biting his damn ear.

He mouths against Cas' jaw--gonna get stubble burn, but oh well--returning his hands to where they were, though with less rubbing and more scratching, since that seemed to go over especially well.

"You're something else, you know that?" Something amazing.