Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Laundry Day (It has been about two weeks since Castiel has lost His Grace)
"It's Laundry Day!" Cas exclaimed, as he burst into Dean's room. Dean grumbled something impalpable into his pillow, as Cas strided around opening the blinds to let the sunshine in. "Castiel seems to be adapting," Dean thought, "Though he acts more like those housewives he sees on TV than the angel he was." With a sigh, Dean slithered out of the warm covers, his black ACDC t-shirt rumpled from sleep. "Okay, Dean .." Cas said, his hands on his hips, "Strip. Today is Laundry Day, and you need to wash your clothes." Dean felt his skin heat up in his cheeks when he heard Cas's command to strip. Dean didn't know exactly when his love for Cas became more than than the profound bond between them. While Cas was busy, chattering about what laundry to do, Dean slowly stripped his favorite shirt off, and handed to Cas. Cas slipped it into the basket, and waltzed out of the room, leaving Dean flushed, and dazed. "He didn't even glance at me," Dean thought sadly, "I told myself that he would never like me like that. He's an angel of the Lord. I need to stop thinking like this." Dean got out of bed, and threw on a dark blue flannel shirt, and since it was cold out, he slipped his black jacket on too. He walked silently to the kitchen, and poured a cup of coffee for himself. Just then, Cas, who had already dressed in his usual suit, and trenchcoat, walked in, and asked if he was ready to go. "Yeah, after I finish my coffee." Dean answered. Cas busied himself by doing last night's late dinner dishes, while Dean finished his cup. As soon as Dean finished, Cas grabbed the basket of clothes, and the motel keys, and walked out to the Impala. Dean walked after him, still groggy, but for the most part, awake. Dean sat behind the wheel of his baby, and turned the key. The engine started with a rumble, and Dean smiled at the purr of his baby. Shifting into reverse, he backed out of the motel's parking lot, and drove towards the laundromat. Not one for awkward conversation, Dean, and Cas didn't speak the whole way to the laundromat. When they arrived, the place was deserted. Cas grabbed the basket, and started putting coins into the washing machine. Dean leaned against the long line of washers, and watched, as Cas starts to separate clothes to wash them. Just when Cas was almost finished, he suddenly exclaimed, " Oh! I almost forgot. My clothes need to be washed too!" He promptly began to strip, starting with his trenchcoat. Dean, meanwhile, was salivating, and savoring the images being burned into his brain. Dean looked as Cas almost ripped his coat off, exposing his white dress shirt. Dean almost had a heart attack when cas unbuttoned his shirt, and shrugged it off to expose his perfectly sculpted body. Cas looked at Dean at that moment, and Dean snapped his head the other way, looking guilty. Cas shrugged it off, and finished stripping , much to Dean's excitement. Cas finished putting in the load, and in his underwear, came, and sat down by Dean. "Now we wait." Cas said. "Oh boy, this is going to be the longest wait of my life." Dean thought.