"You should really not talk to me about Death." He mutters, and there's a hint of...pain in the words before his arms settle on Dean's hips and he closes the distance between them. Because he likes that hand in his hair, he's always been a little weak to a good hairpull.

"He'll probably throw me out of another plane." He grins, and if Dean won't close the deal, he will, and he leans down to kiss him hard on the lips. He feels like he hasn't been intimate with Dean since that damn car came into the picture and he's not sure what the hell Tuck did with him for now, but he knows he'll owe the guy for it later.