The words send a small thrill of pleasure down Castiel's spine, make him feel one step closer to right again. The night is not over by a long shot, and he has a lot to look forward to now - Sam's hands, Sam's cock, Sam's belt, Sam's care, Sam's ownership.

The fallen angel follows out of the shower stall, lets Sam thoroughly rub him dry with one of those large, ridiculously soft towels - Dean does the laundry, and to all of their surprise they've found him to be ridiculously good at that.

They kiss with affection a few more times before Castiel strokes Sam's cheek, bringing their softly spoken words back to the upcoming scene. "Do you want me to talk or remain silent?"