Castiel is on his knees, watching hungrily with those big blue eyes as Dean unfastens his jeans.
Dean pulls out his cock, stroking over himself with a loose fist until Castiel groans, unable to wait any longer, and dean laughs, moving closer.
But Castiel’s eyes cross as Dean’s cock touches the tip of his nose, rather than aiming a little lower.
"Boop!" Dean says, and for a moment Cas is too surprised to do anything apart from scrunch up his nose.
