"At least that means I can't stink, right?" Noah says to Derek with a broad smile.

He takes the beer from Castiel with a polite thanks, and also respectfully tries to keep his gaze above chest-level. "I don't think you have to worry too much, dude. I know you're an angel and not of this Earth and all, but guys walk around shirtless all the time." He takes a curious sip from the bottle. He doesn't drink beer very often. "Because of the patriarchy."

"But I promise to stay clothed," he adds for Dean's sake.