Seriously, Dean? You go from Death to Heaven and think that any of this is going to be any better? He's posed to respond to that particular comment when that kiss becomes hard and insistent and he's being walked back to the pool table, and he can't help but sit on it once they're there.

He could wrap his legs around Dean's hips, he could pull him back onto the table and ruin it and listen to Tuck's complaints until he buys him a new one-but he's stuck.

So he shoves just enough on Dean's chest to get those lips off his own. "You went to heaven too? Just how many damn times have you died, Dean?" God, and he can't even jump out of planes or moving vehicles on the street, and face down criminals with guns and other weapons of mass destruction and fucking die once.