Dean was getting used to that, this way of Castiel's that had him all up in Dean's space all the time, and he didn't shrug him off. It'd have made him cough up a lung, anyway.

"Dude, I'm stealing your bed. I think that's probably enough for now." He looked Castiel over, remembering the way he'd stood there in the snow with a doofy smile on his face. "You're not feeling funky, are you?"