Dean gave him a blank stare and then rolled his eyes. "Okay, you're right, it was fun slamming the receiver down. I will give you that." There were plenty of others he could consider to be friends, but not on the same level as Castiel. It was more than just wanting a familiar face, he had his family for that. His arms folded across his chest and he watched Aziraphale as he began to take his shot.
"Uh..." he wasn't really sure if he should correct him on his stance and when the ball barely moved and didn't even hit another ball or the side, Dean was silent. That had to have been the worst shot ever taken in his history of shooting pool. "Wow, that was, uh...you weren't kidding when you said you were rusty." He laughed softly and rounded the table to take his shot. "Corner pocket, seven," Dean announced and leaned forward to take his shot.
His gaze shifted over the table and then narrowed in on the location he needed to hit, taking his time before flicking the cue forward and sinking the ball. "You can go ahead, we're not playing for money or anything so we don't have to follow the rules so much."