It was hard to keep a calm face for the sake of getting the information, wondering if it was possible that Castiel could make have multiple sensations roam across his body. The feeling of his softly callused hand still clasped under his pants, but now the feeling of soft lips barely press on different parts of his body. For a moment, all Dean could do was hold his breath until he felt Sam pull him into the house. The older hunter was nervous, clasping his hands together as an attempt to pray a plead to not have any more snapping games, just for however long he was going to be here. There wasn't a response, which didn't at all ease the nerves. Hopefully Sam would be able to handle everything for them both, unable to pay attention. His hands still stayed in their clasped form, keeping that connection there. It was such a subtle little thing anyway, in the back of his head. The distant sound of talking was just annoying, as if it was someone attempting to talk over music. Dean fully tuned them out, glancing at his hands.

"Are you as bored as me?"  The hunter asked, looking out the window.  A chuckle was vibrant around the man's skull, the warm sound like a melting chocolate chip cookie. It wasn't entirely an unpleasant feeling, just a strange ocean like wave in his mind. There was silence after that chuckle. It felt tense, as any awaiting reply would be. "I can't pay attention. I blame you for that. This'd be more fun if I didn't have something else going on."

"Oh it would be. Then I'd get to see your adorable face try to act all calm...the little ways you move..." Castiel's voice purred, a rumble across the hunter's brain. He shivered a bit, his face heating up. Obviously opening a way of communication wouldn't make the little bet any easier. But...it did give ideas.

"Then I'd get to see how mad I drive you. The desperate glint in your eyes, staring with such a sinful little smirk."