"I think I can work with this," Cas grinned. He watched Dean and Jo kiss, a sight he never, ever, tired of. He studied the way their jaws shifted under their skin, the movements of their tongues and the way Joanna's hair shifted as she moved, the way Dean's eyes closed when he kissed.
Cas knew why Dean was pulling back and he took full advantage. Her lips were warm and flushed, soft and a little wet with desire. They tasted of pizza and Dean and sweetness. He groaned into her mouth. "I think we need... to get to the car while we can still... walk," he said around the heated kiss.