"Cas! What the hell-?! Get inside!"
Dean yelled as Cas stood outside in below freezing temperatures. In a tank top and a pair of boxers.
"Dean? What?" Cas asked, clueless, walking over to Dean. He was practically blue, and shivering, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Jesus, man, what did you do?"
"I was outside." Cas frowned at Dean's language choice, but he didn't comment.
"No shit! You're freezing to death! Do you not feel cold?" Cas cocked his head curiously at him. Dean sighed and wrapped his coat around the fallen angel. His skin was like ice. "You're human now, Cas. You gotta learn how to take care of yourself!"
"oh." Castiel said blankly. Dean shook his head.
"Damn this'll be hard. Ok. Cas. Look at me. If it's cold, you need to cover up." He put his hand on Castiel's cheek, checking his temperature. The heat of his hand on Cas' frozen skin made Cas shiver.
"So this is what cold feels like. I can feel it now, Dean." Cas smiled a little, proud of himself for feeling something new.
But it was rather uncomfortable.
Extremely uncomfortable, actually. He started to notice his body shaking, and his frozen clothes against his body, and how his limbs were in varying degrees of numbness, and his eyes went wide as it hit him all at once.
"O-oh."
"Damn, Cas! C'mon, let's get you warmed up." he led him to the ugly brown couch in their hotel room, and wrapped him in blankets and sheets and pillows until he was practically surrounded by them.
"I-I do not understand, Dean. This body...it is still unfamiliar."
"You're cold, Cas. If we don't warm you up, bad stuff could happen." Cas nodded, all seriousness now.
"So what d-do we do?" he looked confused at the stutter in his oddly shaky words. He put a hand to his shivering lips curiously, trying to stop his chattering teeth. Dean looked on, a bit amused, but then put a pot of water on the stove and began to heat it up.
"Well, it's not a hard thing to fix. Don't blow a circuit or anything." Cas looked at him oddly at that last sentence, but Dean had already turned and taken a packet of instant hot chocolate from a cupboard. "Damn. Cas! C'mon, let's get you warmed up." he led him to the ugly brown couch in their hotel room, and wrapped him in blankets and sheets and pillows until he was practically surrounded by them.

"I-I do not understand, Dean. This body...it is still unfamiliar."

"You're cold, Cas. If we don't warm you up, bad stuff could happen." Cas nodded, all seriousness now.

"So what d-do we do?" he looked confused at the stutter in his oddly shaky words. He put a hand to his shivering lips curiously, trying to stop his chattering teeth. Dean looked on, a bit amused, but then put a pot of water on the stove and began to heat it up.

"Well, it's not a hard thing to fix. Don't blow a circuit or anything." Cas looked at him oddly at that last sentence, but Dean had already turned and taken a packet of instant hot chocolate from a cupboard. "Damn. Cas, do we have any marshmallows?"

"What do you need m-marshmallows for, Dean?"

"Do we have any?"

"Yes, I-I believe so. Freezer."

Why they were in the freezer, Dean may never know. But they were there.

The water started to boil then, and Dean poured it into a coffee mug. Then he shook the package into it, added as many marshmallows he could fit, and stirred it all together. It looked pretty damn good. He handed it to the blanket-covered man, who took it curiously."Go on, drink it! It's good!" he sat down as close as he could to the human blanket fort, and Cas took a sip. His eyes went wide, and Dean grinned uncontrollably as Castiel made a little gasping noise and finished the rest of it in record time.

"feel better?" Cas nodded enthusiastically.

"It tasted good. My stomach feels warm now. But my skin is still... Different." Dean smiled.

"You, my friend, have just had your first taste of hot chocolate." Cas smiled a bit then. " Now, though, to heat your skin, you need a shower."

"Shower?"

"oh my fucking god." Dean turned an alarming shade of red. "Well, gotta teach you sometime or another..."

He thanked God that Sam was on a case as he grabbed Cas' blankets, ripped them off him, and took his icicle hand and led him to the hotel bathroom. "Um... Ok. Take your shirt off."

Dean ignored the odd look Cas gave him, and busied himself with turning on the water, filling the shower with steaming hot water.

"Alrighty Castiel, step into the water." Cas looked at him like he was crazy, but he obliged.

He hissed as the hot water pierced his flesh uncomfortably. "You OK Cas?"

"Yes..."

Alright, so now Dean had a frozen, fallen-angel-turned-human with only his boxers on, standing in a shower, with no idea what to do.

This wasn't awkward at all.

Well, might as well go the whole nine yards while they were here.

"Well...um...Cas..ok. First you take this stuff-" he handed a bottle of shampoo to the soaked angel, "and you rub it in your hair...no not the bottle!" Cas looked down, sheepish. "Here, let me do it." he squirted some shampoo into his palm, and started rubbing it into Cas' cold scalp. "you don't want it in your eyes, Kay?"

Cas gave a tiny nod and closed his eyes as Dean lathered his hair.

It felt...nice.

Dean was getting soaked outside the shower, and it was kind of awkward reaching over so far to wash Castiel's hair.

"Hold on a sec." Dean stripped until he was just in his boxers and stepped into the shower behind Cas. "Alright. Now lets wash it out. He guided Cas' head backwards to the stream of water, rinsing the bubbles from the man's thick, black hair. His temperature was getting closer to normal, Dean noted.

" May I open my eyes yet, Dean?"

"Yeah, it's ok now." Castiel's bright blue eyes were now staring up at him, confused but accepting. Dean looked away, flushed red. He scrambled for another bottle.

" ok. Now we...we need to leave this stuff in your hair for a minute or two." he started working the conditioner into Castiel's impossibly gorgeous hair...

No.

He did /not/ just think that.

He closed his eyes, and opened them again.

"a...and now you need to wash your body." Why did this have to happen to him?!

"hm?" oh god.

He was going to have to do this for him, too?!

He took a deep breath, grabbed a cloth and soap, and steeled his manly pride for the beating it was going to take.

"T-turn around." his voice sounded different.

"Dean?"

"Just turn around, Cas." Castiel obliged, and Dean couldn't help but to take in the pretty, pale skin, water running down it like a waterfall. Dean mentally slapped himself and started washing Cas' body, being careful not to hurt him in any way. God this was... Dean didn't know. It was a weird feeling. Castiel's bluer than blue eyes, practically burning a hole in the back of his neck, didn't help the feeling any.

"You think you got it?" he said, looking up at the fallen angel. He held out the cloth. Cas took it and finished washing himself. He rinsed himself off, too, thank God. Then Dean turned around to step out...and felt hands in his hair.

This...this was /not/ happening.

"Cas?" Castiel made a little humming noise, and Dean felt the man's fingers on his scalp.

"Dude, you don't...I wasn't expecting..." Castiel 'shh'd' him and kept on washing his hair as if nothing was wrong.

And...damn. Dean could totally get used to this-

NO. No he could not. He mentally beat himself with the famous Winchester Feelings-Beater-Downer, and closed his eyes.

"Ok." Dean rinsed his hair out, but as he started putting conditioner in, he felt a cloth on his back.

He froze, and Cas stopped.

"Dean?"

"'sokay, Cas, just... Not expecting that."

"You did it for me."

Dean couldn't think of any reasonable response to that, so he let Cas wash his body for him. They rinsed off in silence.

"uh, Cas... 2 things, Kay?" Cas looked at him and nodded.

"One: do NOT do this with anyone else, they'd probably do horrible things to you. And two: we will not talk about this to anyone else. No one but us will ever know about this. Alright?"

Castiel nodded, face stern. Dean smiled and pulled the not-cold-anymore Cas' lips up to form a smile. He shook his head slowly, grin spreading. "Lighten up once in a while, dude!" he turned off the water and they stepped out of the shower, dripping and cleaner than they had been in a long time. Castiel headed for the bathroom door, but Dean grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, covering his head with a white towel and rubbing it over his hair.

"what-?"

"Gotta get dry, Cas!" Dean said, like it was obvious. (it kind of was). Cas enjoyed having the towel over his head, drying his hair. It was nice being touched like this. Castiel usually never got the chance. He made a content little humming noise and Dean laughed.

"Jeez, Cas. You're going to have fun being human." Castiel nodded. The towel was now drying his body, and it felt clean and soft and...Castiel yawned, realising that his eyelids were drooping a bit, his brain was getting fuzzy. Dean looked at him and shook his head.

"Teaching you how to be human is going to be one hell of a ride."

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