"I'm not sleepy," he says in an apologetic tone, waving a hand to disrobe Dean, unwilling to push him away long enough for even that simple task. It never ceases to amaze him that when it comes to Dean, he has just as little control of his body as an Angel than he did as a human.

"But I like you when you're sleepy. I like how you look in the mornings."

He moves one hand to the back of Dean hand, the other sliding around Dean's hip to wrap long fingers around him.