"So, what're you sayin' we do instead? Have a round of naked Scrabble?" Dean snorts, eyes resting briefly on the now nude expanse of skin near him. Making the executive decision (due to Gabriel's own choice) he hooks his fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulls them off as well, everything thrown away carelessly.

For the first time since they've started this whole thing, he hesitates, then curses himself--that's not the Dean Winchester way--and reaches out a hand to run over the flat of Gabriel's stomach.

"Some reason I thought you'd have a little extra here...what with your sweet tooth and everything."

Angel, yes, but this is drunken Dean reasoning we're talking about here.