Sore

"Do you know what I think about when I think about you?"

"What," Castiel muttered, looking up at the dark sky. "Dean, what do you think about in relation to me?"

"Nothing. You overwhelm my senses too much for me to settle on one thought. So it's just you in a blur of beauty. You're my aesthetic."

Castiel grinned, shaking his head, but there wasn't any denying the small blush on his cheeks that he was trying to hide. "I see you've been nosing my dictionaries."

"Well, you told me to do anything to my comfort. I wanted to see what you read for entertainment."

"I thought you'd raid my refrigerator, first."

"I did. Your salami was the first to go."