Oh, someone wanting to leave their mark on Dean? Well, he wouldn't be the first angel (or demon, for that matter). But he lets out a low moan at the teeth and sucking, hips rocking up with the faster pace, and a curse slips past his lips. He leans back on his free hand to let himself have more leverage, hips angling upwards.

With all this, he still manages to be himself, unable to resist a little jab at the angel.

"That all you got, Gabriel?"