Did she just admit to wanting to manhandle his angel? Dean's head snaps up at that, and he can't seem to decide if he should be bothered or bothered that he's bothered or act like he's not bothered at all regardless. He could pass it off like he doesn't want her getting her hands on Cas because he still doesn't trust her intentions, but that doesn't explain what's definitely there underneath the surface: jealousy.

Thankfully, she throws him entirely off balance by complimenting his body. He glances down at himself and back up at her, disbelief in his eyes, before he decides it's all a joke, all of it. Saying she wants to bang Cas, saying he has a hot body -- she's just messing with him. He laughs hollowly and brushes it off.

"Thought you were helping me out already before you got all distracted with your sexy daydreaming." He turns back to what he's doing, though he's still clearly weirded out. Maybe what's especially weirding him out is that he's been noticing her body too. Like, objectively. He can't live in a house with her and not notice.