[They're all in agreement, then. That seems to be happening more and more lately, which is a welcome change from when they'd butted heads all the time.

Castiel bids Sam good night and takes a moment to enjoy the peace and quiet, glancing over to Dean when he asks his question.]

It's acceptable. I'm full, though.

[Not a pleasant feeling, to be overly full, and so he stops himself, grabbing for a scrap of meat and handing it to Boots under the table, who takes it carefully from him.]

I don't understand, Dean. Why do some humans see homosexuality as something to be hated and feared?