"I have been creeping, as you say, for thousands of years," he points out, shifting the blanket into his other hand as he steps up behind Dean, wrapping his arm around his waist.

"I used to think sex was ridiculous and did not understand the appeal," he murmurs, pressing his rough cheek against the soft skin of Dean's nape. "Now I want you so much that even as an angel, I have no control over it. I am a warrior of God and you are able to lay me low without even trying."