Dean casts a sideways glance at him, grabbing a handful of vest to slow Castiel to a halt. "Hey," he says, tugging Cas into the dark of an alley. "Don't get caught up in it, okay?"

He leans in and kisses him, intent at first at redirecting Castiel's tension, but then he gets into it, a little breathless by the time he pulls back. "Kick ass, raise hell," says Dean, licking his lips. "Let's keep it fun."