Ch.2

"Something's happened. I need your help."

Dean stood partially in awe at the angel in the corner. "You ok there, Cas? Lose a poker game?" The angel blushed, backing a little further into his corner. "No. I'm afraid its a bit more complicated that that." Dean nodded his head, trying not to let how internally freaked out he was show on his face. "Well then tell me." "It...was just odd. I was up in heaven, trying to find Gabriel, and then..." he trailed off. The Winchester sat down, not really remembering when he had jumped up. "And then?" Cas took a deep breath. "And then my clothes started to disperse rapidly. I think I might...be haunted."

"Pfffffffttttt"

"Dean."

"Sorry! Sorry. Dude, believe me, you are not haunted." The angel tilted his head to the side in disbelief. Dean couldn't help but relish in the sight, maybe just for a moment. "Ghosts go around messing uppeople's lives. You know...killing them? Or maiming their pets. They don't strip. And if they did, they wouldn't strip an Angel." Cas nodded. It looked like he was taking Dean's advice, but not fully believing it. "It's just that...there was a special on after the show about the pizza man stating some ghosts come back to strip and then rape their victims. I was scared, Dean."

Did he really? Yes. Yes he did.

Dean smacked himself in the forehead. "Reminder. Next time I get a motel room, it needs to have a V-chip in the t.v. so you can't watch anymore porn." Cas's face twisted into another look of confusion. "So, that wasn't a special news report." "Cas, most legitimate t.v. news stations don't give naked special reports at 3 in the morning." "I thought that was odd." Cas had been standing there an awfully long time, and Dean felt the urge to keep talking or look at his hands in order to avoid the tight feeling in his pants. "Cas, maybe you should...put on some clothes." "I can't. I cannot seem to find the clothes that originally came with my vessel." Dean got up and went over to a duffle bag in the corner. "You're not a Barbie doll, Cas, if you lose you're set of clothes you just need another." Cas came out of his corner, still hiding himself with the magazine, and walked up to Dean's side as he picked some clothes out of the bag. Dean shivered as Cas accidentally brushed against the side of his leg. "Uh...Cas..." "Yes, Dean." "The whole naked thing, and the personal space we've talked about..." "My apologies." The angel stepped back, leaving the now flustered Winchester to finish picking out clothes. Dean cleared his throat to indicated everything was done. "Ok, here's everything you need. This was my old FBI get-up, until the shoulders became too narrow. Its close to what you wore underneath your trench coat-" "Over coat" "Whatever, it was filthy. Just put this on, and Cas," "Yes, Dean." "Don't lose your clothes again" "I won't. Thank you, Dean." Dean glanced over at Cas just in time to see him give a soft but grateful smile. He had to admit, it was adorable the way the corners of his mouth turned up, and his eyes sparkled with content. He may be incredibly awkward, but a he was stunning. Dean even let the fact that he mentally called a man stunning slide, because he was just that happy. Well, until the door opened.

"Hey Dean, I was just-OH"

"Avert your eyes, Sam!"

"YEAH, NO. I'm gone, I'm leaving. Sorry, Cas. Sorry, sorry, sorry." And with that Sam scrambled out the door, hitting his very elevated head on the top of the door frame. Dean laughed at the sight of Cas, who looked completely mortified. "It's not funny, Dean." "Yeah, it kinda is. Sam always walks in on the good stuff. He's given himself concussions before." Cas's smile was gone, but now replaced with a flustered and embarrassed scowl. Half at Dean for laughing, Half at himself for this whole ordeal.

"Ok, Ok, go into the bathroom an put on those clothes before the pizza man walks in too." He joked. "Uh-oh!" Cas bolted into the bathroom, locking the door loudly. "I didn't think he'd run that fast!"

Dean's side-splitting laughter was cut short by a hand over his mouth. "Shh, shh, shh. You've been very naughty these past 30 minutes, Dean Winchester." That voice sounded familiar. Dean spun around to meet the dark eyes of none other than Gabriel.

"A very bad boy indeed. Lets have a little talk, shall we?"