Dean is warm in a way that he can never be. He's alive and the steady, familiar beat of his heart is something he'd gotten so use to hearing own in Purgatory, something he'd missed up here since they split.

He doesn't need to breathe either, but he takes in Dean's scent anyway while he's close and while he can.

"Got me," he murmurs the promise, tilting his head to move down over his jaw, nuzzling into him. "Not goin' anywhere until you tell me."