Asking for divine intervention seemed a little rich at this point but Castiel felt like he needed help from higher places at that moment. He was an Angel after all, he wasn't supposed to know anything about these things and certainly not do anything about them.
Perhaps the real problem was that there was one more cock in the equation than there had been featured in any of Dean's instructional videos that he had seen parts of.
Cas unconsciously licked his lips as he looked down at the boy, covered in his cum and rock hard for him. Surely Dean knew what to do in order to sort himself out? Perhaps he just needed some more prompting.
"Get yourself off, I want to watch you cum" Castiel ordered, hoping that it made sense and that it was acceptable in the situation. The pizzaman had been referring to the babysitter after all.