"Castiel! Where are you?" Haven called as she wandered through the bunker.

"I am in my room," came the ex-angel's reply. Haven walked into his room without even thinking to knock.

"Hey, do you know how to-" The question died on her lips at the sight before her. Castiel stood, staring back at her, in only a bathrobe that was tied loosely at his waist. Her face flushed a deep red. "I-I'm sorry, Cas! I'll come back when you're dressed."

"Haven, wait. What did you wish to ask?" he said, stopping her from leaving.

"U-um, I don't remember," she replied quietly. Her eyes dropped to the floor. She couldn't believe that she'd just seen Castiel, her crush, in just a bathrobe. She felt a hand on her chin and her face was drawn upwards to look at the confused expression of the ex-angel.

"Are you sure you don't remember?"

"I-I really don't! I need to go," she said, obviously flustered.

"Are you okay, Haven?" Castiel asked.

"I'm fine. Just need to leave." Castiel pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. She froze.

"If you remember, come find me."