"So let me get this straight - you want me to talk… to the camera?”
Castiel sighs and rolls his eyes, “Yes, Dean, to the camera.” Dean hesitates for a moment before smirking and licking his lips, gearing himself up to say something but Cas stops him before he can, “And I don’t mean flirt with the camera, Dean.”
The hunter laughs and is clearly a little proud of himself when he says, “Okay okay, you want me to just talk to the camera?” Castiel nods from behind the device and Dean takes a moment to think about what he wants to say.
The first thing that comes to mind is a story about Sam and this one time when he was fourteen and he tried to ask out a girl that was two years older than him, only to end up with a face full of egg yolk and a torso that was completely covered in icing. Somehow that devolves into a story about the first romantic thing he tried to do for a girl (it involved thorns and ants in… personal places) and somehow he ends up talking for a half hour about his and Sam’s most embarrassing moments involving past relationships.
"Oh man," Dean sighs a little wistfully as he shakes his head, "I was so whipped… I mean, the last person I was that head-over-heels for was…" He snorts after a moment of thinking and shakes his head again, "Actually, you know what? The last person I was that head-over-heels for is you."
Castiel’s grin behind the camera is almost audible as he deadpans, “Your head was certainly over your heels last night.” Dean lets out a surprised laugh before grinning and mumbling, “Shut up… You loved it.” His boyfriend peeks his head out from behind the camera and shrugs, “True, but I love you more.”
Suddenly Dean can’t seem to stop smiling like an idiot, “Sap.”