Admittedly, he's a little distracted by the fact that a dude with wings is standing maybe twenty feet way from them. Even more distracted in the fact that said dude is someone he knows personally, now, and had a brief stint for the past two nights trying to keep him in their shared room. Dean tells himself that it's loneliness and not attraction that drove him to resort to making up pathetic excuses and reasons why Cas should stay, that way he could at at least avoid tying him to a chair.

Eyes trained on the angel in awe - Holy fuck he wants to touch those wings - Dean leans close to Kurt as the he addresses him. "Yeah, he's-" Dean narrows his eyes a little at Castiel, wondering exactly what those feathers would feel like beneath his fingers. Everything would be fine as long as Cas didn't leave. Or, at the very least, they left together. Not separately. Dean doesn't think he can handle that. Not right now.

"He's from my reality. His name's Cas. He's an angel." The hunter cocks his head to one side and runkles his brow in confusion. How did those wings appear? The logistics of this didn't make much sense, but who was he to question the mansion? "He's sharing my room with me," Dean adds absently, then huffs a laugh. "He stares like a statue, doesn't he? It's weird."