good (lol)!dean

[ Dean, still utterly clueless as to what was going on, was busy in the kitchen, poking through their sad supply of food when Cas entered. His nose was stuffed deep into the cabinets, the fridge, anywhere they'd stashed something, trying to find anything worth eating before he heaved a sigh, dejected. It was only then that he heard Cas speak up and he leaned sideways, catching sight of Cas all but splayed out lewdly, fingers playing against his chest as he lounged on the couch.

It made Dean falter just a touch, taking a step forward before holding back, his interest held at bay but definitely there. ]

You, what now?

[ Because how does one exactly make the bees very happy? ]