foaming at the mouth at the concept of cowboy!dean winchester teaching cowboy!castiel to smoke a pipe, huddled by a fire on the cold prairie, knees just hardly touching, horses wickering in the shadows, the green-eyed man watching his companion's lips wrap around the bit, the warm scent of tobacco and wood smoke all they can smell, before dean takes the pipe for his turn, murmuring something about allowing it to settle in your lungs for a moment, but all castiel can focus on is his companion's lined face and experienced, sturdy hands brushing against his fingers for a heated second in the transference of the pipe, so he forgets to exhale and starts hacking, which just means dean drops the pipe and now his hand is on the other man's back in concern, which somehow makes it so much worse and thank goodness it's so dark so that the freckled ranger can't see the steady blush heating castiels ears, even well after they have tucked in for the night, dizzying and confusing in its blistering heat