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WOW Relief. Castiel's expected to make himself useful while he's staying with the Winchesters. Doesn't mean he has to enjoy it though!
Disclaimer: I don't own him - he'd come in very handy if I did.
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Castiel was an Angel of the Lord; an ageless, celestial being of omnipotent power and luminescent magnificence.
So why, then, was he stuck here at the bunker doing the Winchesters' laundry while they were out on the road, swanning around saving people and hunting things?
Methodically rooting through the laundry basket, he folded up a pile of freshly dried smalls, trying to match up odd socks and untangle a knot of threadbare boxers, sighing with relief as he reached the bottom of the pile.
But he had no idea how that pair of pink satin panties got in there.
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