At the bunker things were getting pretty quiet. I'm sitting at the war table drinking beer and looking for a case that we could get a move on towards because we haven't had anything pop up in a week. Sammy was reading his endless amount of books, and at this point I'm fairly certain he's considering making a throne of books. Then, there was Cas. Him being human, and not getting used to it was a bit of a big deal. I feel sorry for him, and I could hear him all the way in the kitchen. So, I get up, close the laptop, leave my beer, and walk away to see what's going on.
As I walk into the kitchen I'm shocked to see almost all of our food spread across the counters and Cas is standing, looking at all of it with a puzzled look on his face. "Cas, you okay?"
"No...I'm not. My stomach is growling, I smell awful, my hair is unruly, and my wings are..." There's a small choked sound coming from his voice and I can tell that he can't finish the sentence. I can also tell what it was going to be.
"I'm sorry man..."
"It's all my fault..." He pouted out as he lay his palms flat on the counter.
"Now don't you go saying that. Meta-dick tricked you! He used you. Did you ask for this?"
He looks at me with an offended look and growls out a harsh, "No!"
"Well then...It's not your fault. So, what are you hungry for?"
"I don't know...I've been human before but..."
"Not to this extent...I get it...I mean well...I think I can understand how difficult that might be. How about we start off with a sandwich?"
"That sounds...good."
"Great! I'm gonna need you to put up everything but the bread, lettuce, tomatoes, turkey, cheese, mustard, and mayonnaise." I watched as he put everything away and I waited until he was done. Once he was finished I give him a smile and grab a nearby knife. "Now...I don't know which one you like...so I'm gonna make us both two sandwiches. One with mayonnaise and one with mustard. Whichever one you don't like, I'll eat the rest of it and you can have my other one. Sound fair?"
"Yes, that sounds fair."
I go to making our sandwiches and they're the same. Mayonnaise or mustard, cheese, tomato, lettuce, and then turkey. I hand him his plate and he takes a small bite out of the mayonnaise sandwich, and soon as he does, his face twists into a disgusted expression. Then, he bites into the one with mustard and for some reason he seems joyful at the taste. "Okay...so, two mustard sandwiches for you..." I say as I give him mine with mustard. "...and two mayonnaise sandwiches for me." I take his and we sit there quietly eating our sandwiches.
Once we were both done, I hear Cas clatter his plate back onto the counter. I look up and I can see on his face that he's at least a little content now. "Thank you, Dean."
"No problem, Cas. You know I'd look out for you. Now, I assume you know how to figure out the shower."
"Yes. I did figure out that much at least. However..."
"What is it, Cas?"
"Well...I can never get my hair in order. It's much like my wings were...I wasn't very good at grooming them. My feathers would often get ruffled for no reason."
"Alright so what...you want me to brush your hair when you're done with your shower?"
"If you don't mind. I can't stand it the way it is."
"Alright, sure." I pick up both of our plates and toss them into the sink.
"You really don't mind?"
"No, it's kind of like when I had to help out Sam with his Rapunzel hair."
"Who is Rapunzel?"
"What? You know what...we're not even gonna touch that one right now. Let's just go." I let him lead the way to the bathroom when we both bumped into Sam just as we were about to be at the door. "Hey, Sammy."
"Hey...? What are you doing following Cas into the bathroom?"
"I'm just gonna make sure everything's in there first, then I'll be out of the bathroom while he showers. Cool your jets, Sam."
"Well, that's good. I thought you were trying to join him." I punch his shoulder and he lets out a loud laugh. "Relax! You know I was kidding. I know you better than that."
"Yeah, I knew you were kidding, but I guess somehow my arm just couldn't resist."
"Jerk."
"Bitch!"
"Assbutt?" Cas said looking at the both of us. "What? You both give each other your own insults I thought I might jump in." We both start laughing and I place a hand on his right shoulder.
"That was perfect, Cas! Yeah, that's okay." Sam chuckled and walked away as I'm coming down from my laughter. After I finally calm down from laughing, I walk into the bathroom after Cas and I make sure all the necessary equipment is here. "Alright, we got a brush, a comb, a hair drier, and you've got plenty of towels. I'd say we're pretty set.
True to my word, I stand outside of the bathroom door, and after about fifteen minutes I hear a knock on the other end. "You can come in now, Dean." I turn around and turn the door knob to open the door, but once it opens I am quickly made aware that Cas apparently didn't know he was supposed to wrap the towel around his waist.
"Cas!" I shout as I quickly close the door.
"What is it?" He asks me from the other side.
"Put a towel around your waist."
"How do I keep it around my waist?"
"You're going to wrap it as tightly as you can, and then your going to take the extra bit of towel you have and tuck it into the top." I hear shuffling on the other end and then the door opens again. I look to see how well he wrapped the towel and also notice that apparently Jimmy worked out. "Alright, at least you tightened it tight enough. It shouldn't fall."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now, first off...you didn't even dry off your hair, so we're going to start with that." I grab another towel and I start drying off his hair when I hear a strange noise I had never heard before. I move the towel just enough to where I can see his face and I see him smiling. "Was that you...giggling?"
"I believe so. It tickles, I apologize."
"It...tickles?"
"Yes...I am sorry. I will try to control myself."
"Hey, no issues here. I just never heard you laugh let alone giggle." I return to drying his hair, and thankfully this time he really did try to control his laughter, because it made it easier to dry his hair.
Once I was finished I take the towel and put it down and I grab the brush behind me. I start brushing through his hair and I realize that it is much less difficult to brush his hair than Sam's. As I brush through his hair, I finally find a pattern his hair was going in, and I brush it into the wavy pattern. After it was finally brushed I put the brush down and I finish it with the comb going through it. "Are we done now?" He asked as he started patting his own hair.
"Yeah, come look in the mirror."
"You mean the foggy mirror?" He questioned and I drop my jaw slightly because that's clear sarcasm coming out of his mouth.
"Yeah...I mean no! Here...just...wait...where are your clothes?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean the clothes you change into after a shower?"
"I don't have any...I just change back into the outfit I was in. I clean it often now."
"No...just no...wait here. I'll go get you some of my clothes."
I left the room briefly and was once again met with Sam in the hallway. "Dude...what now!?" Sam asked clearly pissed off.
"I'm going to get Cas some clothes, he doesn't have any but that trench coat and layers of clothes...what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing...just restless I suppose."
"Yeah I get the feeling."
"Wait, your clothes?"
"Yes. He won't fit in yours. You're a giant." I walked passed him and made it to my room and looked in my dresser. I found a pair of black jeans, a pacakge of underwear I hadn't opened yet, and an ACDC shirt along with some socks he can wear when he wasn't wearing his shoes. He had told me once how he didn't like the feeling of the cold floor so the socks I found should be fine. After I grabbed them I walked back into the bathroom and there he stood, practically shivering from the cold. "Sorry...here. Put these on and then come into the war room so I can see if everything fits okay."
"Thank you, Dean."
I nodded my head and walked into the war room and noticed Sam was back diving back into his books again. "So what did you give him?" He asked me as I sat at the table in my favorite spot.
"I gave him some some jeans, socks, boxers, and a shirt. Why?"
"Nothing, just curious. Wait...you gave him your boxers!?"
I couldn't help the laugh that left me, because his eyes instantly spoke what was in his head. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Sammy. It was an unopened package of boxers. I'll just go out and buy new ones."
At my words, I heard footsteps coming closer and knew it was going to be Cas. What I wasn't expecting was how he was going to look in the outfit I put together. "Is this acceptable, Dean?"
"Yes, Dean..." Sammy grinned mischievously as he also noticed how Cas looked. "Is that acceptable?"
"Shut it Sammy."
"Just kidding."
"I know, and it needs to stop. You know better."
"Yeah, yeah. I know better. Sorry." He chuckled and still waited for me to respond to Cas' question.
"I can't believe you're the same Cas that was wearing layers and layers of clothes."
"What do you mean? I'm still me, are you well Dean? Have I done something to make you unsure it's me?"
"No..." I chuckled lightly. "What I mean is that you look different comparatively. The layers of clothes made you look like a thin person wearing lots of clothes, but this outfit proves that wrong. Did Jimmy work out or something?"
"Yes, I believe he did. He went to the gym when he had time. He ate healthy, and he ran marathons sometimes."
"That explains it." Sam sighed out as he leaned back into his chair.
"Interesting. So...you wouldn't happen to know of any cases nearby would you? I've had no luck."
"Well, yes actually. I apologize I should've told you earlier. There is a case ten miles from here. Apparently there have been people getting younger with no explanation."
"Well...I suppose we're off to find the fountain of youth then." I joked and we went our separate ways briefly and started packing.