Castiel groans softly against Dean's mouth, startled as always by having sensations and noises simply pulled from him. Never before has his body echoed so perfectly what his heart has felt and he finds himself relishing that loss of control.

"I should go," he murmurs, even as a hand slides up Dean's warm side. "But next time, I would like to come inside with you. I would like more of this, with you."