My First Supernatural fiction and I know many authors have used this plot before, but just give me a chance eh? Happy reading to those who do.
Having only been introduced to the head-spinning reality to being human Castiel had known from the very start that it would be a tough process to deal with. During his first official days of being human he was step by step realising that there were many things he had to learn, many of which he didn't quite understand the importance of.
From the very first day of his human adventures Cas , Sam and Dean had all felt awkward about the challenging situation, however as those days went by they became more accepting of the fact that the former angel and dare they say it best friend was going to be just like them, no matter how long it took for him to get to grips with being human.
Although the brothers knew that there were going to be some obstacles to overcome along the way, they had faith in their best friend that he was going to achieve all he could throughout his newly human life. Despite his difficulties in understanding certain aspects of life.
This being one of many.
Castiel had just been having a close to what was considered to be a normal day when realising that it was nearly midnight, by doing so he slowly got in the pyjamas Dean had lent him before cautiously sliding into bed while trying not to fall off it a second time.
Castiel then spent the first fifteen minutes tossing and turning, trying to get into a comfy position. Nuzzling his head onto the soft pillow Castiel began to drift off to sleep, once in awhile smiling slightly as he slept through the first few hours of the night without any apparent problems.
However as it approached the early hours of morning Castiel was woken up to feel a rather large wet patch on the bed sheets. At first he thought that the sheet must have been wet when he got to the bed, but he couldn't recall it being wet. Instead, he was left confused as to how or why his bed sheets ended up in the state it was now.
Suddenly as he stood up to investigate, it didn't take long for him to notice the wet patch on the centre of the borrowed pyjama trousers. Castiel could have there and then sank to the floor , mortified of what he discovered.
With his embarrassment taking its toll Castiel grabbed the duvet sheets along with the pyjama bottoms, uncaring that it revealed his boxer shorts. He took the bundle of dirty sheets and carefully made his way down the stairs and to the washing machine, despite having no clue of how to use it.
Things were about to take an even more embarrassing turn for the worse as suddenly Castiel felt himself collide with Dean and his glass of water, causing a few drops of it to land on the floor.
"Cas? What are you doing down here ?" Dean asked grumpily, rubbing his eye with his left hand.
"Oh… I ...er" Castiel hesitated, trying to hide the stained sheets away from the grouchy Dean Winchester.
Dean sighed before adding, "what are hiding behind your back?" His question making Castiel jump before shamefully dropping the sheets that were then left sprawled onto the floor as if crawling towards the washing machine.
Dean then kneeled down to pick up the sheets, soon noticing the wet patch that Castiel could have sworn was smaller when he first saw it. Castiel refused to give Dean any eye contact as he examined the sheets.
Knowing that this was a sensitive thing for the former angel to come clean about Dean said his name gently, earning no response from him.
"Cas?" he tried again, still in the same tone of voice which this time Castiel couldn't ignore his general concern for him.
"Dean," Castiel replied quietly, still ashamed of his accident.
Dean cleared his throat. "You had an accident on your sheets?" Dean asked kindly, not wanting to embarrass the former angel any more than he already was.
Castiel sighed miserably, "this is so humiliating" , hiding his face within his hands, now wishing he could become invisible there and then.
Dean's facial features softened. "It's not humiliating Cas, me , Sammy we've all done it at some point in our lives."
"Yeah, when you were children, not as a grown adult," Castiel replied, choking on his words as if he was about to cry.
"Cas Cas Cas... You're still adapting to becoming human, your bound to have mistakes like this but it's how we learn." Dean said comfortingly as he would have done with Sam when he was little.
Castiel looked up at older Winchester brother, no tears stained or spilling out of his eyes which Dean took as a good sign.
"Come on let's get this cleaned up and I'll find you some new pyjama bottoms." Dean said, bundling the dirty sheets into the washing machine.
"Sam wouldn't let me hear the end of it if this gets out, " Castiel said awkwardly, trying to hide the obvious blush creeping up on his face .
"Well, good job he won't find out then." Dean replied smiling kindheartedly.
Castiel smiled in return to show his appreciation.