Cas: You... have a face.
Dean: Yes. Yes I do.
Cas: I mean, a nice face. You have a nice face.
Dean: Thanks... I think
Cas: Please just accept my attempt at flirting. I don’t know what I’m doing.
Dean is drunk
Dean: Cas... your eyes... they are so blue
Dean: Have they always been so blue?
Cas: Yes Dean
Dean: *tearing up* incredible
Meanwhile at the bunker...
Dean: Hey Sammy. I've got to talk to you about something
Sam: Sure Dean
Dean: So it's like this alright... You know how I love pie the best?
Sam: Yes I know how you love pie the best
Dean: Yeah and I always did since I can remember. And if anybody ever even asked me to eat cake-
Sam: You'd throw a bitch fit
Dean: I'd politely decline. Shut up Sammy I'm talking. Anyway all my life it was pie and not cake.
Dean: But imagine that one day this cake came into my life... this really amazing cake. Like it looks like the most delicious thing to sit on a plate - plucked from God's own dessert tray, if you will.
Dean: And I'm like "DAMN! I need to eat this cake right now." And it's not like I don't still love pie, right, like pie is still awesome. But this cake looks so good that I might never eat pie again
Dean: I can see myself making sweet love to this cake for the rest of my life
Sam: Dean what...
Sam: What are you even saying?
Dean:
Dean:
Dean: I might be a little gay for Cas