The bathroom was steamy as Dean came in. The floor was wet. Dean glanced to direction of the shower. The poor guy under the shower hadn't figured out the function of the shower curtain hence the splashed water all over the bathroom and the unhindered view to the lean, wet frame of the naked angel.
Castiel glanced at Dean and turned off the water. "Dean."
"You should pull the curtain while you shower. Look at the floor. It's wet."
Castiel took the towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist. He had seen Dean doing that so many times. "It'll dry. Besides, you are wearing shoes."
"The floor's slippery."
"I see," Castiel said bluntly. "Did you want something?"
Dean stared at the chest of the angel. "Huh? Uh, no. Just came in to check that you weren't drowning or anything."
"Dean, I appreciate your concern although I don't understand how anyone could drown in a shower."
"Believe me, feather boy, stranger things have occurred. So, do you need help in shaving?"
"Shaving?"
" Yeah, your stubble is getting out of hands."
A/N A little short, I give you that, but hey, that's me. Fleeting glimpses.