Dean didn't fall short in most categories, usually just getting by with pure, unbridled charm. He could wear a cassock and lie as a priest, he could be a fearless exorcist.

..And yet somehow he'd never learned how to properly hold a wine glass. He could shoot six ghosts with rock salt rounds in three minutes flat, but things like this? Not his expertise.

He was holding it with all five fingers around the stem. And when you laughed at him, he got defensive and pouted.

"..What?" He grumbled.