"I do not understand the point of this exercise, Dean." Castiel stood facing the floor-length mirror that was hung haphazardly on the back of Dean's closet door. His brow was creased with frustration, confusion laced in his icy-blue eyes. If Dean himself hadn't been so frustrated he might have found the whole ordeal quite hilarious.

"Look, you want to get laid, right?" He chose to ignore the slow head-tilt that Castiel had become known for, at least when he was around him, anyway. "You want to have sex, yes? Well, if this chick wants you to talk nasty to her then you're going to have to practice. Chicks don't dig that clinical bullshit that you angels like to spew."

"But... how will talking to my reflection help to reduce the use of these clinical terms? I am supposed to talk to myself how she is wanting me to talk to her?"

"...In a way. Alright, look, maybe this was a stupid idea. Here, you can practice on me. Turn around."

Castiel's face flushed for a split second, for reasons he was still uncertain of, but did as he was instructed; he turned around to face Dean, whom had already slid off the barstool he had been perched on and was standing about a foot from him.

"Alright. The key to dirty talk is that you want to make it seem natural. You want it to flow easily off the tongue," he quickly held up a hand to silence anything that Cas was about to question, "it's supposed to be sexy. Now I know you, Cas, you should have no troubles being sexy, you just have to let yourself get into the groove of things. Start thinking with your body and less with your head. It'll make for a damn good time, trust me."

"I do trust you, Dean. You know this." Dean rolled his eyes. This angel took everything way too literal. "What's some of the things that she wanted you to do to her? Maybe if we work it out step by step we can figure out where you tanked so you don't go down the same road next time you wanna jump her bones."

Castiel didn't comment on the confusing choice of lingo, but instead, closed his eyes and heaved a soft sigh. "She wanted me to touch her skin with my mouth."

Dean had to bite the inside of his cheek rather harshly to keep a straight face. "Okay, so she wanted you to kiss her body. What happened then?"

"She...wanted a commentary on every thing that I planned to do to her. I panicked. I told her that I was going to lay her down on the bed, then, I was going to remove each article of clothing. After we engaged in sexual intercourse, I was going to walk downstairs to tell her father that he had a beautiful daughter and that he should knock before going into her room."

With that, Dean was on the floor. He was laughing so hard that the phantom bruises from the last battle they'd encountered actually started to sting again. The complete look of confusion and faint hint of embarassment on Castiel's face wasn't helping the matter any.

"Dude..." He was nearly crying at this point. "You really need to get out of your head so much. Girls want to be treated like they're the only one in the world. They want to feel like the entire universe could be falling down around you and yet they're the only one that you want to look at." He sat up, holding his side as he attempted to catch his breath. "You like this girl, right?" Cas nodded. "Then I'm going to help you get her. Just...don't say things like that again or I may bust a gut laughing. Come on,"

"Where are we going?" The angel, ever so quick to question, still fell into step behind the still-snickering eldest Winchester.

"If we're going to do this, I need a beer first. I think Sammy left us some in the fridge."