[ He pauses in his thorough investigation of Cas' neck, of tasting and tracing little patterns with his tongue, and peels himself back so he can get a better look at the angels face. ]

What? No. Not-- better.

[ He makes a face, because that's a complicated question. ]

I've told you before that all I want is you with me, by my side, in my damn bed. Angel, junkie, and everything in between.