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[ There's an inaudible sigh at the comment, not really put off by it as much as he probably should be. It sounds like something he would say in a situation like this. Then again, Castiel doesn't ever remember sitting around with Dean in his underwear and deciding whether or not to purchase porn to watch with him. He looks at the TV once, then at Dean. ]

I didn't realize you wanted to hold hands and watch porn with me, Dean. [ The words are deadpan, though relatively humorous if the slight lift in Castiel's mouth is any indication. A gentle squeeze, and he moves his hand to settle it just adjacent to his leg. ] This sounds... promising.

[ Which probably doesn't as the title reads 110% Jerk Material. Still, he clicks it and settles back against the sofa like it's some an award-winning movie worthy of attention. ]

[ dean smirks... if only because it's been a while since cas has had the balls to be an ass back at him. and maybe he's enjoying this-- just them hanging out, even if it's under the threat of being ruined by some porno cas insists on putting on. dean barely glances at the screen after he hears cas settle for something, and instead his eyes remain on his friend. ]

You're a little hairier than the type I'd normally go for. Sorry.

[ dean nudges him with his foot again, poking for a reaction. ]

...And I'm not sitting through this with you here. I remember what happened the last time you watched porn, alright. [ cas had been into it within minutes... which had been sort of sad. ]

[ Castiel looks down at his chest for a moment, completely ignoring whatever initial setup for this film is supposed to be, and then, he's tilting his head to meet Dean's gaze like they've done this before. All the time. He moves his hand again, resting it atop the other man's foot to stop him. ]

I hadn't understood your fascination with pornography then. Most of it, as I've heard, is the same. It lacks any real... depth. [ He says that word slowly, like it might be a little inappropriate mentioning in when he'd actually put porn on the television. Then, there's a slight frown. ] If you're going to complain, we can watch something else.

[ He's not forcing him to sit through this, after all. ]

I don't have a fascination with pornography... [ huff.

and alright, maybe he's into it all a little too much-- but privately. and he's allowed to be, it's a free damn country. city. whatever. ]

The only depth you're gonna find here is between their legs. [ dean says with a short laugh, then glances at the screen only to look right back at cas seconds later. nope, not watching that. not today. ]

...You ever seen Die Hard?

[ he nudges cas with his foot trapped underneath his friend's grip. ]

[ 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?

[ What he means is, is it another porno? ]

[ dean knows he should be angry, but in this moment it's easier to be... annoying, teasing, amused than it is to hate castiel.

his eyes light up, mouth quirking upwards at the corners. ] Explosions, fights, guns-- epic escape scenes. You know, cool stuff. [ awesome stuff. manly stuff. dean nudges cas again, once, twice-- all because he can. ]

Better than this crap.

[ but don't let him stop you from viewing your porn...

if anything, dean just relaxes further into the couch, looking almost as if he's physically part of it. ]

[ He sighs. ]

We don't have to watch this.

[ There's a bit of amusement in his voice this time, flipping the television to another station without even blinking. It looks like a documentary, something serene and not at all what they had almost started. There hadn't even been naked people, so it saves Dean the awkwardness that he's obviously feeling, and Castiel doesn't have to deal with the repercussions that would have come from the aftermath. He sets the remote on the arm of the sofa, thumb gently touching the bump of Dean's ankle. ] ... Do you have plans tomorrow?

[ Meaning they could find it and watch it, probably. Castiel leans into the couch, hardly thinking anything of the fact Dean's legs could have been in his lap if he'd insisted. ]

[ dean exhales in relief when the channel is snapped to something entirely different, finally free of the torture that is talking to castiel with a porno playing out nearby. at his question though, dean gives the vaguest roll of his shoulders. ]

No. Just gotta go check up on Sam, see how, uh, things are going with him and Jess, maybe. Jo, too. [ so odd to talk about jess and jo like this, with them being alive and all. dean doesn't know how to feel about it-- or if he's doing enough to make either of them feel alright.

his expression shifts to something quieter, smaller, then dean's turning on his side a little, facing the back of the couch. ]

This thing is stupidly comfy. [ comes the quiet, tired murmur a moment later. ]

[ Castiel opens his mouth to question him about Jess when the next comment comes and throws him off somewhat. In the entire time he's known Dean, he's never really gotten to see him this relaxed before. Being in the bunker after him and Sam had brought him there from April's, there had been some downtime, but not enough to get an understanding of how they'd incorporated their personal lives into that particular space. There had been things Castiel had enjoyed being there. Yet, since Dean doesn't remember any of that, he has even less to go on.

He considers releasing his ankle but doesn't, gently resting his hand near his calf. It still amazes him how much sensation he gets without his grace, feeling the warmth of Dean's skin and rather aware of how close they are now. He's comfortable too, and it wouldn't take much to lean back, shut his eyes. ]

You shouldn't sleep here.

[ Because he'll complain about something when he wakes up and finds himself spread out on the couch. Castiel, at least, knows how that will end. ]

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