"Honestly? I was kinda distracted by him dying. But it was warm. Like... energy, instead of something actually solid," I murmur, my lips grazing the crook of his neck, teeth scraping gently.

"And yeah, man. It was really hot, stitching up a dying angel. The tears made it even better, and him makin' me promise to save Dean, if he didn't make it? Total fuckin' wet dream material."