Castiel made a surprised, choked sort of noise -- and whether it was over the fact that Dean had just made a mess directly on his face or that he came at the exact same time, he wasn't really sure. All he knew was that this time around it tired him out completely, and he sank down heavily, face still in Dean's lap and side resting against one of his husband's knees. He panted roughly, lapping slowly at the mess and pulled his wings in close around himself.
Samandriel got up and settled himself against Lucifer’s legs. On the floor was the best place for him to be right then. He didn’t want a lot of touch and certainly wasn’t in the mood to come while Dean and Castiel were still there. Nothing wrong with either of them, but the emotions were just running too high and Samandriel himself couldn’t quite shut them off. Lucifer was safe space, an easy beacon where he could just catch his breath for a while. Head against his boyfriend’s thigh, he closed his eyes and tried to focus on Lucifer and only Lucifer.
Dean felt neither beautiful nor okay, but he allowed both those things to hang in the air uncontested anyway. He nodded and nudged Cas a bit to keep him awake. Opening his eyes, he took in first Lucifer and then the kid. Samandriel looked like he was exactly as emotionally exhausted as Dean felt. “You guys gonna be offended if I get Cas to take us home before he passes out?” In a pile of the most pleased angel ever of course.
Lucifer was aware, in some respects -- and so curled his fingers into Samandriel's hair and petted it softly. "Of course not," he said, mildly. "Just travel safely. And -- Dean. Thank you."
Castiel made a noise that was close to annoyed at being prodded, but shook himself up and further awake as best as possible. Even those who couldn't see his wings could probably imagine him ruffling them. He was still a mess, but didn't seem to notice or care -- the same way that he didn't seem to remember that clothing was a thing. He only grabbed Dean's calf, murmured something completely nonsensical to the other two men, and then zapped them away.
And yeah, his aim had been off, and they ended up in the bathtub, but technically that wasn't the worst place they could be.