"I make no such promise," Derek says as he takes his own beer, mostly just to mess with Dean because he looks about to burst as it is. "Keeping clothes on didn't go so well for me last time we did this."

He pops the cap off of his beer with a claw and takes a sip while looking over at Castiel with a raised eyebrow, glancing briefly at Noah and then back again. "It's just a chest, Cas, but I'll try to shield my eyes."

The burgers smell amazing and Derek inhales deeply as he steps up next to Dean and bumps their shoulders together. "Did you only make me one? You know I need more than one."