He would want that, the right thing. But that can wait for the morning. Right now he just wants to be with Crowley, just like this. The world can come crashing down around them, they've had worse.

With his hands in Crowley's hair and on his back, he feels like he might be able to take on all of heaven and hell by himself, at this very moment.

He's feeling so brave even, at the moment, that he slides one of his hands up Crowley's shirt, laying it gently over his spine, on his skin.