“What?” Castiel growls, righteously indignant. Dean's eyes darken and his breathing stutters.
“I'm not gay,” Dean tells him. Castiel blinks. He had not been under the impression Dean was in a lighthearted and carefree mood, and he couldn't figure out what he had done that gave Dean the impression he thought otherwise.
“If you are feeling melancholy, I am told sexual intercourse has a positive effect on the human condition,” Castiel says peevishly. From his studies, Dean should have grown out of this indecisive behavior during a phase called 'high school.'
“Fuck,” Dean groans, flopping bonelessly back on the bed.
“That was my intention, yes.”