At this point, Dean is reduced to a babbling, cursing mess. The pending orgasm is there, but he barely registers it, only recognizing it as growing pleasure that he wants more of. His hips rock hard to meet Gabriel's thrusts as best as he can, but there's no real rhythm or finesse to it.

When the orgasm hits, it has him tensing from head to toe, eyes rolling back in his head as he spatters hot over his and Gabriel's stomachs and chests.