( You're god damn right he's surprised. It's all adding up, one little detail after another, the teeniest tiniest red flags that are just off enough from his meticulously catalogued mental understanding of Cas, they might as well be converging into a blaring Kill Bill siren.
It's that last question that acts as the straw to break the camel's back, and he peels back abruptly, expression gone suspicious and just a touch accusatory. )
Why do you know that? You don't know that. Since when do you know jack about wrestling?
( These are the early days; these are the days before the Bunker. The days before he's managed to wrangle Cas into movie nights, or boring evenings in front of pay-per-view television. These are the days where the only media Dean can remember Cas ever watching is literally one single soft-core porn. )
What'd you do, get a Monday Night RAW subscription in Purgatory? What the hell?
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It's that last question that acts as the straw to break the camel's back, and he peels back abruptly, expression gone suspicious and just a touch accusatory. )
Why do you know that? You don't know that. Since when do you know jack about wrestling?
( These are the early days; these are the days before the Bunker. The days before he's managed to wrangle Cas into movie nights, or boring evenings in front of pay-per-view television. These are the days where the only media Dean can remember Cas ever watching is literally one single soft-core porn. )
What'd you do, get a Monday Night RAW subscription in Purgatory? What the hell?