Dean was very secretive when it came to his laptop, you'd come to notice. He didn't let anyone but him touch it, or even come close to it in the first place. He doesn't let people see what he's doing on there either, always hiding if you come in and find him doing stuff on there in his room alone, that type of stuff. You had to admit you were curious.

Ever since you'd gotten to earth, you were the curious type. You'd exhausted all of your questions on Castiel and Sam so naturally Dean was your next target. He'd thought he'd had his fair share of angels but here you were, and he didn't mind your company all that much if he was honest with himself.

Your curiosity however gave you the tendency to be nosy as hell, getting into damn near everyone's business at the bunker. He didn't mind this all that much either, till one time he was going past the dining room of the bunker to hear incredibly obscene sounds. He was ready to tell Sam to keep it in his pants, when he wanders inside and is met with the sight of you at the table.

With his laptop.

"Woah, woah, woah—" He's convinced he's never ran faster, sprinting from the door to the table to slam the lid shut. A sheepish expression adorns his face, his cheeks flushing with heat almost immediately and his eyebrows cocking upwards. "That—" he gestures to the laptop, "is not for your pretty eyes."

The adult content on Dean's laptop was not for the faint of heart. And he's pretty sure you fit right into that category as an angel. He didn't need Castiel on his ass about showing you.. that type of thing.