Cas couldn't help but feel as though 'having a beer' wasn't the reason Dean had called him, he gave Dean a once over while the all too proud hunter tried not to fall over himself. Puffy eyes, already drunk, messy clothes, the faint smell of Thai food, it was clear that Dean had already 'had a beer'. Castiel took Dean's arm around his shoulders, trying hard not to notice the intoxicating cologne that he was wearing, or the way the sweat fell seductively down his temple. These were unholy thoughts he reminded himself, Father would not be very happy.
"Come on, Dean. You're going inside." He hated the adult tone he had to take with Dean, but there was no other choice. He was drunk.
"Oh Cas," whispered Dean in a voice that sent shivers down Castiel's spine "You're too good to me."
Smiling inwardly Cas felt a surprisingly strong sense of pride, all he had ever wanted since the moment he pulled Dean Winchester out of hell was to give him everything and anything he needed, even more so than he wanted to please his own Father. That was all the confirmation he needed. Picking up the wonderful mess of Dean Winchester, Castiel took him back to his room.