[ Castiel gives him a skeptical look at that comment but doesn't say much in return, mouth twisted into a frown as he watches the TV for a moment longer. He reaches for the remote and turns the volume down so that it's practically muted. Even with his (limited) porn experience, he'd never been too fond of the exaggerated noises, and though he's not uncomfortable sitting with Dean, he'd rather not listen to it. He returns his attention to the other, unsure what to think of this unexpected conversation.
... at least they're speaking to one another, he supposes. ]
No. [ His hand curls a bit tighter around Dean's foot, sliding up to the ankle so he can give him another warning tug and a look that says why are you doing that. ] What's it about?
no subject
... at least they're speaking to one another, he supposes. ]
No. [ His hand curls a bit tighter around Dean's foot, sliding up to the ankle so he can give him another warning tug and a look that says why are you doing that. ] What's it about?
[ What he means is, is it another porno? ]