Dean swatted his hands away. "I can do it, okay?" He wriggled a few feet down the bed and turned around, undoing his pants where the angel wouldn't see.

Shrugging his pants off almost defiantly, Dean had to admit he was more comfortable after. He lay down, face squashed against the pillow, then reached for the corner of the blanket. He pulled a triangle shaped portion of it over him and sighed. "So what was that about a rabbit?"