Dean nearly jumps out of his skin, but that only makes the throbbing worse, and he glares at Gabriel. The guy seems just so damn normal in the daylight, lounging around watching TV, and that's just not fair. But a bath does sound pretty good at the moment. And that whole being in New York with an archangel occurs to him as well.

Wordlessly, he turns back around and goes back into the bedroom to the bathroom. The bath is enormous and looks inviting. He turns on the taps to let the thing fill, although he avoids the medicine cabinet. Sure, he'll let the guy put his dick in him, but he's not about to raid his cabinet for drugs. Who knows what the hell he'd find in there.

When the tub fills, he does climb in, settling into the hot water with a satisfied sigh, eyes shutting in pleasure.