Obviously, Cas did it on purpose. Like he used his angel mojo or some kind of psychic thingy or just something to know or see or what the hell when to time his so called "perfect timing." So obviously, this time the "perfect timing" meant "while Dean's in the shower."
Dean turns around to look for some soap, but instead he's faced by a familiar angel. "Son of a bitch!" is all Dean's capable of yelling.
"Hello Dean," is all the soaked angel replies, handing over the soap the hunter was looking for. That's when Dean noticed he's - well, naked - so he rushes out of the shower, wrapping a towel around him.
"Cas, seriously. What the hell? And please, get out of the shower, you're going to get even more wet."
"I don't understand," Cas says while stepping out of the shower, "Is there a problem?"
"Uh huh, there's a problem! Your lack of personal space, that's a problem!" Dean yells throwing his hands in the air. Luckily Sam was spending his day researching some information of some possible ghost. His little brother really didn't need to witness this.
Cas just tilts his head, staring straight into Dean's eyes and taking a few steps towards half-naked Dean. "I still don't quite understand."
"You know, getting way too close to people."
"So I'm close to you?"
And there's a hint of joy in Castiel's voice. A small smile playing on his lips as he continues staring at Dean and getting closer and closer. Dean swallowed hard, his gaze falling on Cas' lips, those plump, red, beautiful lips, while his dick is living it's own life under the (luckily) dark towel. Yeah, now isn't the best moment to have an awkward boner.
"Yeah, you're pretty close. But I don't mean it that way, I mean physically close. Not that you're not close to me as a friend, y'know. But right now, you're close. Close enough to invade my personal space," and Dean has no clue why he is rambling like this. Dean Winchester never rambles! So he gathers himself, taking a deep breath and looking straight into Castiel's blue eyes as seriously as he can. "Ever heard of that before?"
"Yes, you just mentioned it to me," Cas smirked. The trench coat is dripping and the angel looks even more sexy his hair all wet. Not that Dean toughed Cas was sexy or anything in the first placeā¦
Distraction, distraction! All Dean wants right now is distraction. He really shouldn't be thinking about Cas is or anything related to that subject right at the moment.
"Dude, you should get rid of that coat. It's soaked."
Well, that's a bad line, because now the trench coat is on the bathroom floor, and so is the suit jacket or what ever the frigging angel was always wearing.
Castiel's face is just inches apart from Dean's, who's now trapped against the wall with his slowly hardening cock, when Cas freezes.
"Cas, this is a little too close," Dean barely whispers. Cas blinks his eyes, briefly looking away from Dean.
"I'm sorry," he replies and steps away from Dean.
"Well thank you," Dean says, stepping away from the wall, "What the hell did you even come here for?"
There's an awkward pause after the question.
"I actually don't remember," Cas answers, and Dean's not sure if that's blush on Cas' cheeks. It looks good on him.
"I guess I will just go now," Cas says turning away from Dean, picking up his coats as a sign of that "Cheers, the angel's gone for some good old God hunt!"
Of course, Cas isn't expecting Dean to grab his tie to stop him. Cas' eyes wieden and they look so blue in the bathroom light. And Dean know he's going to regret this tomorrow, but fuck that now.
"Don't go," is all he breathed before pulling Cas into a kiss. The kiss is brief and chaste, but that's okay. Cas seems happy.
"But we still need to talk about of this personal space thing, y'know?" Dean smiles against Cas' lips. Cas doesn't answer. Just smiles as a reply.
But let's face it. That's not what they were talking about that night. Maybe the next day, they have time.
