Dean/Zatanna
Dean continued to listen to her, even as he took a drink from his bottle. "Dean likes that Zee makes her magic pretty. Most magic Dean sees is fire. Pointy Eared Man liked to use fire.. Even if Dean was there in the middle of that." That sort of changed his mood when he spoke it aloud. It made him a little sad.
Though it happened again, that feel left him just as it showed up when she began to talk about flying. His wings moved out a little more. "Dean.. Likes through the buildings here. And with the animals. It is... Fun!" He blinked when she mentioned wanting to fly with wings, that gave him an idea. Setting his bottle down, his wings moved out fully before he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her waist. He made sure to be careful not to hurt her as he held her close and lifted off to bring them thirty feet into the air. Flapping his wings he looked down at her, smiling more, his cheeks, unseen, becoming purple again.