The morning sounds of everyday life woke Dean up from his deep slumber. Rolling over, he glanced at the clock on the bedside table.
8:59am
8:59am?!
"Shit. Cas we're late," exclaimed Dean to the sleeping angel lying next to him. In an instant, Castiel was awake and out of bed.
For the past week, Sam and Dean had quit sharing the same motel room together at night due to the latter's request. When questioned why, the older brother claimed that the other's snoring was keeping him up at night and he needed his "beauty rest". This was a lie though (Sam was fairly quiet when he slept, in Dean's opinion); the real reason behind the sudden change was Dean's desire for more intimate time with his significant other Castiel. After some thought, Sam agreed to it, (secretly hoping that if his brother got more sleep, he would be less of an ass during their travels) but made it clear that Dean must be dressed and ready when he came to his door at 9am.
Using the sense of touch and as much sight that could be utilized in the dark room, Dean and Cas hastily changed into the clothes that had been abandoned on the ground the night before. As routine, the angel teleported from the room so not to give Sam any reason to perceive that Dean and him were dating.
Almost as if he had been waiting til the exact second (which he probably had been), Sam knocked on the door. A few seconds later, it opened and Dean walked out with his traveling bag in hand.
"Lets get going," said Dean. Sam's eyes studied his brother up and down.
"Is there a problem?" Dean asked in a slightly irritated ton.
He stopped his slightly uncomfortable examining. "No, but I must ask," Sam voiced, "why are you wearing Castiel's clothes?"
Dean froze. Slowly, he tilted his head down and looked at what he was wearing. Instead of his normal getup of a dark t-shirt with a jacket, jeans, and his necklace given to him by Sam, he had on a white button-down shirt, dress pants, trench coat, and a blue tie that had messily been put on. How did he not notice when he was dressing?
"Well," he began, "I forgot to do my laundry this week and Castiel offered to do it for me. So of course I needed something to wear; Cas let me borrow an extra pair of clothes he had lying around."
Sam raised his eyebrow. "When have you started caring about doing laundry?"
"What can I say? Chicks like clean men," Dean responded.
"Why didn't you just me for some clothing?"
"I didn't want to be a bother."
"When have you ever cared if you were being a bother?"
"Look Sam," Dean retorted, "right now there is a son-of-a-bitch creature roaming around and murdering people. We have no time to dwell on such trivial matters!"
The younger brother sighed. "Ok fine. But may I ask of one thing?"
"What?" Dean responded in an annoyed tone.
Sam grinned. "Next time you and Cas decide to have sex, can you be a little more quieter? I could hear you guys over my 'snoring'."