Cas' New Clothes
Sam and Dean were sitting at a table outside their latest motel. They were playing cards and Dean was winning. The door to the lobby opened and Cas walked out.
It hadn't been 24 hours since they had found Cas and they had already got him washed up. They left him some of Dean's clothes to put on and told him to come out when he was ready.
He walked out nervously. He felt a kind of naked without his thick trench coat. He had on an ACDC t-shirt and some jeans with holes on the knees. He wiped his sweaty hands on his thighs as Dean and Sam looked over him. Sam simply nodded and was glad the clothes fit.
Meanwhile, Dean had seldom been this turned on. He looked over Cas several times, practically eye-fucking him. Sam rolled his eyes and took the Impala's keys from Dean's pocket and got in. He shouted from the open window:
"I'll be back in forty minutes."
"Make it fifty," Dean said, getting up, not taking his eyes away from Cas, particularly the tight shirt around his chest. Sam laughed as he sped off down the road. Cas blushed and looked down, still fiddling with the pockets.
"The clothes… they fit well. Thank you…" Cas looked up, into those 'fan fiction green eyes,' "Dean."
"No worries, mate. You look good in them." He winked, only just now tearing his eyes away from the ex-angel's chest and arms. He put a hand on Cas' shoulder, standing real close. "You look really good," he said and nodded.
Cas was still blushing and smiling like a star-struck teenage girl. Then, much to Dean's surprise, he closed the last few inches and kissed Dean. It was a strong, full kiss that was returned quickly. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas' waist, pulled him up against himself. Cas' arms went around Dean's neck and his fingers tangled in the curls at the top of his neck.
A woman pushing a stroller with a toddler skipping next to her walked past and said, a little too loudly: "You're going to hell."
Dean pulled back for a minute and turned to her. "Already been there, love."