"No assaults today, outright or otherwise. Just some stoner looking for a party," Dean shifted, and his hand dropped to move across his crotch. it might have been casual, even accidental. or it might have been planned and deliberate, though subtlety was not Dean's strongest asset.
"I opted not to take him up on it." Dean drew his hand away from his crotch to wave it dismissively. He let it fall back to this thigh, and he met Cas' eyes. Was it a challenge? Maybe. Dean was in an odd mood. Being kidnapped and dropped on an island where beer and pie were abundant had that effect on him.