Dean had his head tilted back, almost in Morgan's lap, to view the other man. Except he wasn't a man. He was a Fae. Sometimes Dean forgot that; forgot that Morgan was part of this system that kept his fellow humans squatting in trees.
"But that's what you want, right? I mean I knew that going in--that Cas would want to fuck me. But he never...." he swallowed, because though he trusted the Fae, he needed to remember that without Castiel, he had no protection. "...he hasn't touched me like that. Not really." He huffed a self-deprecating laugh at his own expense. "Angels, man. Maybe I'm not his type."