Oh My God
Dean: That’s right, I’m DEMON PARTY DEAN now!
Dean: Got my FIRST BLADE, an’ my PIE, an’ my BABY, an’ I don’t need no one! ‘Specially not any stick in the mud ANGELS!
Cas: Hello Dean.
Dean: Oh, uh, hey Cas.
Cas: That is impressive headgear, Dean.
Dean: Oh, uh, thanks.
Cas: At any rate, I’m off for STARIN’ with INCHOATE D’SIRE for a bit. Yep. Sure would be nice to have something to STARE at, like some nice DUCK LIPS. But I s’pose you’re busy with your DEMON PARTYIN’.
Dean: Wait, Cas, no, hey! I’ve got DUCK LIPS! An’ INCHOATE D’SIRE….
Sam: *tsk* Look at this, glitter everywhere, an’ pie. I sure wish they’d clean up after their DEMON PARTIES. And hey….
Sam: Dagnabbit, Dean, you gotta pick up your FIRST BLADE. Someone might get POKED!
Us destiel shippers react to Cas and Dean talking or looking at each other the way English teachers react to simple sentences in books. We give a simple conversation/look so much more meaning and I fucking love that.