Castiel opens his mouth to protest Noah's laughter, to explain that it is a beautiful and sacred act before Derek tries to undress his husband.

He narrows his eyes, only half cognizant of wanting vines to erupt suddenly from the ground and wind their way around Noah and Derek's ankles before they do, just like that. Magic is amazing.

He allows himself a pleased smile before leaning in, singularly focused on nuzzling the newly exposed strip of Dean's chest.