Despite angelic control, the redhead closed her eyes and leaned towards his fingers brushing lightly upon her cheek. "Bang you?" she asked, green eyes opening slightly and gazed up at him curiously. The angel had no idea that such a concept was identical to the situation she had the pleasure of enjoying the last time the two had met. Angel's had no knowledge of crud references to sex. Anna only knew it as such-sex. Still, she agreed fully with the attractive part. "You are very attractive. Whatever bang means, in relation to you, I would do it all the time."
Her fingers skimmed the back of his own on her face. In Anna's mind, spending more time with Dean was perfect. There was nothing better. Her own place was rather cold and lonesome most days. Even being with Dean, she already felt warmer, safer, and more alive. Angels technically didn't need a home, a place to stay, because she didn't need sleep nor anything else their human hosts normally needed to survive. "I'd like that," she replied quietly. She clasped his hands, the hands he was using to avoid her gaze, in her own hold. "If you allowed me, I wouldn't ever go. I feel better with you. Whole. I feel happy." It was a big deal in general for an angel to feel anything, but with Dean it was always happy. Sometimes worried and fearful too.