"I don't understand."
Sam puts the book aside and comes over to where Castiel is still standing, staring at the TV, which is off now. "What don't you understand?"
"I thought Dean liked naked angels. Why does he not want to see me naked?"
From the bathroom, where he's about to take a shower, Dean yells, "Not enough bleach in the world to get rid of that image!"
"But . . ." The angel's attention is distracted by a fallen magazine. He picks it up and leafs through it. "Clearly, scantily clad women are attractive to him. Why does he not find me attractive?"
Sam looks away, uncomfortable with this line of questioning. "It's just . . . different."
"But how is it different?"
Sigh. It's gonna be a long night.
