Dean hadn't exactly thought that it was going to happen now. But a second later he's being pried back off the bed, arms pulled behind his back while he blinks wide. Still entirely overwhelmed by the sudden shift in gears, Dean all but stumbles back off the bed, standing for a good second and staring abruptly at Lucifer. He flashes a look over to the desk and then back again, not putting up a fight about the situation but just looking altogether surprised. He'd started to expect he was just going to be fucked where he was.

Apparently not.

Finally Dean gets with the program, making his way over to the desk situated in the corner of the room. Standing by it, Dean stops, looking back to Lucifer with eyebrows raised, expecting more instructions while his heartbeat picks up to rapid fire in his chest.