( By the way Dean shakes his head, it's clear he's got some opinions about scaling parliament. He keeps them to himself, it ain't exactly good first date talk.

Why pursue me?

His eyes track over Cas for a second in a way that's surprisingly not lecherous. Like he's picking up little details, like he's seeing through something. )

You're different.

( Mild but decisive. The bartender drops off two tall glasses of amber beer; Dean wraps his hand around one out of sheer habit. His attention's still on Cas, unwavering. )

You don't get down on your knees for them... And you're not a douche. Most people trying to climb the ladder act like they're better than the people around them, but you don't.

( Which isn't to say he doesn't act like an asshole at all, he just does it for the right reasons when he needs to. That's pretty cohesive with Dean's own brand.

And, since this has gotten a little too serious, he tacks on; )

Plus, the quiet ones are always total freaks in the sack.