"Gimme booze, then we'll talk about the pretty chicks," Dean stated. he sauntered in to Cas' room as if he owned the place. He had this unreasonable expectation that what was Cas' was his. Cas hadn't ever really challenged him on it, so he felt it worked out just fine.
"Cause you know you're prettier than all of them combined." Dean offered a fake smile, and a batting of his eyes for effect. He held his hand out, anticipating a bottle of cold beer. There was a time he'd have killed for a cold beer, or even a warm beer.