He knows exactly what he's doing. He knows what would be slapped on that billboard and he's let Dean go far too long without having to address it. Maybe because they've made this too easy on themselves. Not acknowledging how close they've become, how often he looks forward to curling up on the couch with the man as often as he does to rolling around in the sheets with him. And he knows Dean is eager to come back to him when he's finished with a mission, whenever they both have some time off to see each other.

So yeah. He's pushing. He's pushing and Dean is sweating and backing up and rambling. And they're things that...well, things he did need to hear. Because it makes sense. But secrets are his job, and he doesn't exactly like something walking around that knows more than him about Dean.

He follows Dean, and he'll corner him if he has to. "Why do you like me then?"