Dean is having a hard time keeping track of what they're talking about, but he raises his head from where he's been rubbing it against Castiel's shoulder, mesmerized by the ruffling through his hair. "Who needs viagra?" he wonders aloud, for it's entirely impossible that they'd be speaking about him.

He lets his hands drift down to resettle in Derek's fur, stroking and patting at it in fascination, but then his head tips back so he can grin at Castiel. Between the pleasant buzz in his skin right now and his husband's proximity, Dean's thoughts are heading rapidly in one direction. "Wish you had your feathers."