Yukio follows Dean's gaze, taking another swallow of his beer in spite of the look on Castiel's face. The closest comparison he has is perhaps the look that Rin gets on his face whenever he's feeling especially disappointed, often wide-eyed and pleading. But Yukio's had sixteen years to learn how to combat such a look.

"What's the term for that in English? Whipped?" Yukio remarks, letting the cool surface of the can rest gently between his fingers. It's strange, the roguish feeling all of this gives him. Not at all like the stern, rigid treatment he received with Fujimoto.

"But I guess having an angel give you a cheat day is also its own display of love," he says, tilting his head. "Have any plans for a honeymoon?"