Dean handles Gabriel's weight easily--even if he can be an immovable force of nature, he's still in a smaller body--and settles back against the bed, boneless and completely sated.

"Mmph," is the response he gets now, as Dean's eyes close for a while and his breathing slows, then steadies. It's a sign of how out of it he is that his hand strokes absently over Gabriel's back as he returns to some coherency. It takes some time, but eventually he does manage to speak properly.

"Hate to see what it's like when you're really tryin' to impress."