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Castiel holds the mic to his mouth and says, in a rough, sly voice that hits all of Dean's buttons and then some, 'I look like a fucking nerd, don't I.'
It's such a bald statement of fact, it gets a laugh. Castiel's lips curve upwards, and without quite meaning to, Dean leans forward to listen.
'I mean that literally, by way: I look like a fucking nerd, like a nerd who fucks. What! Don't laugh at that, you judgemental prick,' he says, grinning so there's no sting in it as he points the mic at a chuckling guy in the front row, 'you think a guy in sweater vest can't get some cock if he wants it? I'll have you know, I had one whole boyfriend in high school. Yeah. I was hot property. You wanna talk about band geeks getting it on in high school, forget that American Pie flute insertion bullshit; ask a fucking gay hornist where he gets his embouchure.'