Dean hesitated only a moment, his hand hovering, before he thumbed open the button on his jeans and tugged the zipper down. His cock had been pressing hard at the seam and sprang forth once given the chance, jutting out from the fly.
He shifted a little on his knees, leaning back, head tilted up towards Castiel in supplication as cum dried sticky on his mouth and neck, even drops congealing on his bare chest.