"I will never understand society's strange prejudice against red hair," Castiel states, wriggling, purposefully rubbing his prickly face against Dean's neck. He grins against Dean's skin as he sends his sleep pants to a far corner of the house with a thought and wraps his fingers around him. "It is special, just like it is special to have green eyes. Also, to have bowed legs, for that matter. I have a particular fondness for your bowed legs."