"Dean, I need something."
The blond demon hunter glances up from one of the awful tomes Sam was forcing him to read. He takes in Castiel's appearance, his typical button-up, crooked tie, and... boxers.
"The bunker is currently out of ice cream and I was hoping-"
Dean holds up a hand to silence the gravelly voice.
"Cas, I'm going to need you to put on some pants before you say anything else."
The angel furrows his brow, glancing down at his attire.
"Why? I consider this my home and I choose to be comfortable in it."
Dean grits his teeth, clearing his throat slightly as he struggles to focus on Castiel's face.
"Well, it's just that some of us might not be as... okay with your decision."
He blushes lightly.
Cas frown deepens as he steps closer to the hunter.
"You seem flustered. Is there something wrong?"
"No." Dean sputters out, glaring very intently at the table.
"Oh, I understand." Castiel chuckles dryly. "My wardrobe is causing you to become slightly aroused."
Green eyes snap back to the dark haired man. "What?!"
"My wardrobe. It is causing you to become-"
"Yeah, I heard what you said." Dean says gruffly.
Cas tilts his head. "Is it not true?"
Dean stands abruptly, pointing an accusing finger at the angel. "I don't need this. I'm trying to focus and you just waltz in here all-" He gestures at Castiel's entire form. "And it's not friggin' fair."
The blue-eyed man looks at him for a full minute.
"I... suppose I can go purchase the ice cream myself." He finally states before heading towards the door.
Dean watches him go, breathing heavily before freezing.
"Cas! Pants!"