( to be fair, dean's just talking about it. he doesn't have an set goal. getting into captain america's pants - or vice versa - seems like a win for any sex. but, his mind's on the second pancake he flips, happy with himself as he slides another atop the first. )

Me? ( yes, you, dean. and his eyes draw squarely on the third pancake as it sizzles. ) I went three, four years without thinking about real sex. For me. Not including - me time. Always been women. Lotta women for a long time, few women that stuck but eventually, my family, my brother, this kid that we took care of, Jack, they mattered more. I got older. The world got uglier. ( God himself took away his free will. He snaps out of it, finally looking up. ) I don't know. I know what my dad'd say about it, and how I've reacted before. Guy hits on me, I -- I'm not smooth. But, I've been curious. ( He holds Steve's gaze... Right. Pancake! He slides that one - as it fights to get off the pan. Shit, Dead one.

He lifts the pancake on the spatula and tilts his head. Is it a goner? ) Aren't we all curious?