Dean raises a brow. "I don't have a lot of those these days," he says. His love for pie, for burgers, even the Impala, are only just making a comeback, and Derek can't mean whiskey because he can't get drunk.
"You gonna give me a clue here?" The image of Castiel waiting up for him at home rises up, unbidden, and Dean's brow lifts further. He can hardly believe he's having this conversation, but he hears it come out of his mouth all the same. "Do you mean your love life?"
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Date: 2013-07-29 10:15 pm (UTC)"You gonna give me a clue here?" The image of Castiel waiting up for him at home rises up, unbidden, and Dean's brow lifts further. He can hardly believe he's having this conversation, but he hears it come out of his mouth all the same. "Do you mean your love life?"