Cas walks in through the door and your body automatically gravitates towards him. You've been staying with him after Dean kicked him out of the bunker. There's no way you could let baby Cas be all alone, even if he is convinced that angel blades constitute as all the protection a person needs. He's returning from a day on the job, which in the past would have meant pretending to be God, or trying to make amends for pretending to be God. It now meant working at the local convenience store. You look at his face and can immediately tell its been a rough day for him. Now that he's no longer an angel, dark circles under his eyes reveal how tired he really is, and they've deepened since you sent him on his way this morning. His clothes have a faint blue tint to them, and you know some sort of artificially colored product from the store must have exploded or spilled on him. He looks at you with his blue eyes and says your name softly. You quickly close the distance between the two of you and wrap your arms tightly around his waist. His muscles ripple beneath your touch as he reaches around and hugs you back. He smells sweet and familiar, and you recognize that it must have been slushie that spilled all over him. Pulling back a bit, you tell him to take off his clothes so you can wash them. He gives you a strange look, and says softly, "Only if you'll wash your clothes now too," glancing down at your body. You smile softly, and your hands go to the buttons on the front of your shirt as he softly guides you to the bedroom...