A Musebox

The rocking takes Dean by surprise, as do the little sounds Gabriel is making. He wouldn't have pegged the archangel as someone who would make that kind of noise. But he's just fine with it, especially as his own body gets more into it. He tilts his head, allowing himself to just enjoy the kiss, his hand making its way up to tangle in light brown hair, sliding down the couch a little to allow Gabriel easier access.