"AH DO SOMETHING WITH LAUNDRY LIKE DOMESTIC DESTIEL DOING LAUNDRY AND CAS PUTS TOO MUCH DETERGENT IN SO THE SOAP GOES EVERYWHERE AND DEAN IS MAD AT FIRST BUT THEN HE LAUGHS AND THEN HAVE A SUD WAR I HAVE NEEDED THAT SINCE I WAS BORN"

Okay.

"No."

"Cas just throw it in the washer"

"No."

"Dude, you're human. It reeks. Put it in the washer."

"No."

Dean had been doing this for almost ten minutes now, and Cas was still being stubborn and refusing to toss Jimmy's old suit into the washing machine.

It wasn't very often the Winchesters were able to visit a nice enough motel as to where they had their own washing machine and dryer, and goddamnit, Dean was going to wash every last bit of clothing they owned. Including Cas' stinky suit.

"Cas."

"No."

"It's his security blanket, Dean. You have to take it while he's sleeping" came Sam's voice from the other room, followed by another "No!" From Cas.

"I thought you were leaving." Dean shouted in relply.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be back soon." Sam replied before closing the door with a snap.

"Cas, please." Dean repeated, turning back to Castiel, a little bit nicer than before.

"No. I don't want you to ruin it." Cas repeated almost child-like.

"You think I'm going to ruin it?"

"I think it's going to shrink. I would like to wash it."

"Well then, go right ahead. But when YOU shrink it because you didn't listen, don't come crying to me." Dean tossed the box of laundry soap at Cas which he fumbled with before steadily catching it, "I'll be right back."

"Wait, Dean-"

Whatever he said after that Dean missed because he turned up the TV loud enough to drown him out.

Dean had almost started to understand some show about singing gay high-schoolers when he heard Cas calling his name.

"Dean." Cas called. Dean turned down the TV and sure enough he called again,

"Dean I have a problem."

With a huff Dean pulled his ass off of the couch and walked over to the room where Cas' voice was coming from.

The sight he was met with was not what he was expecting at all.

The entire floor of the laundry room was covered in knee-high suds and they were quickly and steadily growing. The washing machine was spewing out the bubbles like a volcano while a terrified and pink-sud-covered Castiel stared helplessly at Dean.

Dean's mind was in a frenzy. On one hand, this motel room is going to cost a fortune now, they might have to pay for a new washing machine and not to mention they'd have to restock the detergent... But on the other hand, Dean's heart couldn't help but melt at poor, adorable Castiel standing terrified in the center of a rising wall of pink bubbles. So Dean did the easiest thing;

He laughed.

And he kept laughing.

Dean was in hysterics by the time a still very confused Cas finally piped up and said something: "Dean. What did I do?"

"You're wonderful" came Dean's eventual reply followed by a swift kiss to the former angel's lips, "C'mon. We gotta clean these up before Sam gets back and has a hissy fit."

Cas smiled warmly and bent over to pick up one of Dean's bubble-soiled tee shirts, which he then proceeded to shake out, transferring the suds to the pair in swift movements.

Dean stopped, wiped a bubble off his cheek, and bent over to splash some bubbles onto Cas. Castiel was perplexed for a moment, but Dean's goofy grin had given away his intentions.

Soon the two men were tossing handful of bubbles after handful of bubbles at the other, laughing like lunatics in the process.

So when Sam came back, there really was no way to hide what happened.

"Hey you guys-"

"Hiya Sammy!"

"Hello Sam."

Sam was quiet for a moment, staring in silent awe at the two fully-grown men covered from head to toe in pink bubbles.

And then he just walked away.

Dean and Cas burst out in fits of laughter simultaneously, the pink suds floating around them as they laughed harder then either of them could remember ever laughing before.

"Oh, I love you, Cas."

"I love you too, Dean"