"Sex then pie," Castiel breathes, quite aware of Dean's attempt to change the topic but also very much wanting the sex. He deepens the kiss, grabbing a little to hard at the sharp points of Dean's hips as he shoves Dean's pajamas down enough to grip warm skin.

"Did you know you have three new gray hairs?" he murmurs, teeth skimming over the stubble at Dean's neck. "I like them. I like the changes."