[ dean rubs a hand over his face as cas settles on the couch, removing it just in time to see his friend start to unbutton his shirt...

uh...

alright then. he glances off after a moment, clearing his throat as the words sink in. ] Dude, that was a joke. Jesus, I can find my own fun. [ but thanks for trying??? whatever. ]

Sam was there? Was he behavin'? Bein' a kid again must make him all rowdy.