As though Dean can't tell that little Gabriel is getting just as into this as big Gabriel. He can feel it with each rock of his hips and he smirks against his mouth, fumbling to set the bottle of liquor on the floor with a soft clunk before he rests his hand on the archangel's hip, pulling him closer. When he breaks for a sucking breath of air again, he mumbles in a low voice, "Try askin' again."