This kinda thing? Fantasize and plan to make out with a dude in the stable? Probably n...oh, the magic shit. "Sometimes, yeah. Magic shit's not the most common but yeah."

It had to be okay to say that much, and it wasn't like anyone wouldn't know this was magic shit going on. Besides, Dean couldn't focus on that when all that he could think of and do was follow the guy into the stall, push him against one of the walls, and kiss him like he'd been waiting forever for it.