Unfortunately, time passed slowly for Castiel as he waited for Sam and dean to return from their hunt. He had been told to stay behind, and he agreed… he knew he wouldn't be much help with what they were doing. He began to look at different things in the motel, picking the objects up and examining them. He had not seen, or rather had not interacted with most of them.
He knew TV Remote of course, the little devil Sam and Dean sometimes fought over. Castiel decided that the remote was not worth bothering with, if it had such an awful personality.
He wondered who he had failed to meet. Castiel wandered over to the bathroom and examined a toothbrush. He supposed it would be awkward trying to talk to the brush, as it had been in one of the Winchesters' mouths.
Finally, his eyes settled on the toothpaste. It was Crest, and quite sleek. It had a beautiful silver build, and was brand new- the cork having barely been twisted off that alluring plastic body. Castiel smiled at Crest, "Hello there. Nice to meet you, I'm Castiel. An Angel of the Lord."
Crest said nothing and simply sat on the counter. Castiel reached forward and hesitated before continuing, "Is this alright, Crest?"
Castiel took his silence as agreement to what he had insinuated and then picked him up. He stroked his smooth lining and rubbed him against his cheek, relishing in the way his glossy surface felt cold and reassuring at the same time.
"Do… do you mind?" Castiel murmured as he lightly grasped Crest's cap. Castiel could tell Crest was okay with it and he slowly… removed the cap.
He could smell the minty freshness immediately and felt the need to taste it.
"Crest…" Castiel purred, and then kissed him, tasting the sharp mint. He drew back, looking embarrassed, "I don't usually do this sort of thing."
He could tell Crest was surprised when he didn't reply. Castiel sighed, "Look, Crest… maybe wwe should take this slow? I don't know… but when I look at you… I can't help but feel the need to be with you. I can't help it Crest!"
Crest said nothing, sitting in Castiel's hands in stunned silence. Castiel sighed, "Do you feel the same way?"
He took Crest's silence as a yes and grinned, "You do!?"
Castiel rubbed his finger over Crest once more, before kissing him passionately.
The sound of the door made Castiel look up. Dean had walked in, "Cas, I'm back-"
"Dean this isn't what it looks like."
Dean saw Castiel, his lips covered in toothpaste and Crest in his hands, "I don't even know what its /supposed/ to look like! What are you doing, Cas!?"
Castiel glanced down at Crest, and then looked back up at Dean, "I think i love him."
"What? Love who?"
"crest."
"seriously, who?"
Castiel looked down at the toothpaste once more in his hand and Dean blinked, "You're kidding."
"No dean, i'm not." Castiel said, his voice completely steady.
"Look... Cas, that's... /toothpaste/."
"And?"
"it's TOOTHPASTE."
"i dont see the problem, Dean."
"You know what? Fine. Have fun with your toothpaste, Cas... just dont go telling me all the gory details." Dean said, and the awkwardly closed the door with a shake of his head.
Castiel looked down at Crest, "it's alright... he just doesn't understand."
And from that day forward… Castiel vowed to always brush his teeth… and… well, other places.