Calling on Castiel because he was having some kind of big gay crisis felt like such a low blow for a frickin' angel. There had to be better things people prayed about, assuming anyone even prayed with the intent of someone listening kind of deal. Dean was pretty sure he was still crap at praying, but the jump he felt at seeing Cas was familiar in a less than awesome way. Dude had to learn to not do that.
He leaned back against the sink, the words a bit jumbled in his head as he tried to think of how to word it. He suddenly felt even more guilty about it, that he was even considering asking Castiel to fix his problems, even if it seemed like a tiny thing compared to oops we broke the world.
"Uh." His hand lifted, pushing back through his hair before he kind of shrugged, dropping it back down to the counter. "Kind of freaking out." He could feel the threat of himself getting flustered again creeping in at his neck. Once it hit his face that was it. "I think a dude asked me out?" He thinned his lips. "Couldn't actually be a date, right?"