"Wha-? Why?" Dean frowns, furrowing his brow in confusion. Kurt sure as Hell doesn't look happy, and why should he be happy anyway? They're just rooming together. The teenager's voice sounds tight, and tense, and definitely not okay. It's like every time Sammy ever tried to hide something from him. He always knows.

Twisting his lip in dubiousness, he looks back at Castiel as the implications of his words sink in. "...wait. Profound bond?" Dean snorts. This is news to him. Since when did he have a profound bond with anyone, let alone an angel? "...eh. I guess that's a good thing, right?" With a little shrug, Dean resigns himself to the new term.

As long as it doesn't mean he's anyone's bitch.

The conversation ices over again, and he shifts uncomfortably. "...so...uh..." He might as well give it his best shot. Why not bring up the most pressing question on his own mind?

"...you have wings? I mean, they were pretty impressive, we saw them across the room, yeah?" Dean looks to Kurt, straining a smile.

What the Hell is wrong with him?