It's a freezing March Saturday and the snow was falling hard. John had left Dean in charge of keeping the fire in the fireplace going to help heat the house while he and Mary were out. However, it needed more wood, so Dean pulled on his boots to go get some wood from the pile outside.
Cas was supposed to be coming over in a bit to watch Star Trek since he said he's never even heard of it. They made the plans a little while back, and ever since then, Sam has been bugging Dean. He keeps saying it's a 'date', but Dean does not have a crush on Cas. Impossible.
Dean came back to the house, knocking the snow off his boots with an arm full of wood. He awkwardly opened the slider door, trying not to drop any wood when he heard it.
There are a crash, a splash of water, and a yell. Worried it was Sam, Dean dropped the wood by the door, and ran towards the sounds, not bothering to take off his dirty boots.
He turned the corner and saw Sam standing with the front door open looking at a wet Castiel with a bucket on his head. Sam was laughing.
"What the...?" Dean was confused.
"Just a bit of a prank, Dean, no need to look so flabbergasted." Sam said with a strange smile.
Cas was still standing just outside the door, awkwardly taking the bucket off his head, and began shivering from being wet and cold.
Ho-ly. Crap. Damn was Cas attractive. Water dripped from his dark hair and off his clothes into a puddle on the front porch. Cas held out the bucket for Sam to take back. Cas did not look happy. He was frowning a bit at the coldness and started rubbing his arms to get warm.
"Oh, uh...um...Cas, come in. You're making me cold just lookin' at you." Dean said, ushering him in. Cas flashed him a smile, remembering the other times Dean has said this to him. "Next time, Sam, don't play your stupid pranks in the middle of winter. Bitch."
"Jerk." Sam pouted because Dean was just ruining his fun. Well, he mock-pouted. His plan was falling into place; Dean would go warm up Cas and then they would get together. Or something along those lines. Give him a break, Sam's new to romance.
Dean guided a shivering Castiel into the living room and sat him right in front of the fire. Dean, suddenly remembering the wood he dropped by the door, went to get it to help make the fire even bigger, and he left his boots where the wood had been so his mom wouldn't be too mad. However, when he came back in and saw Cas still shaking, he got worried. He put the wood down next to the fireplace and said, "This isn't working fast enough." Cas looked up at him and tilted his head. "You need to get out of you wet clothes. Do you want to take a warm shower and borrow some of my clothes while I put yours in the dryer?"
"Yes please. Thank you Dean." Cas said, standing up and following Dean upstairs to the bathroom.
Dean showed Cas where is room was, where the towels were, and how the shower worked really quickly, and waited a second for Cas to get undressed and hand him his wet clothes. Dean tossed Cas' wet clothes in the dryer, double checking the pockets out of habit to make sure there was nothing that would get damaged from the dryer. Then he went back to his room to lay out some clothes for him; just a pair of sweats, a faded AC/DC t-shirt and a pair of warm socks. He then went downstairs to heat some water for hot chocolate to help warm up Cas. While the water was on, Dean went back upstairs to tell Cas he left clothes out for him so he didn't have to wait to put on his clothes. When he reached the top of the stairs, he heard the water turn off, perfect timing, now Cas would hear him easier. He stepped in front of the door to knock lightly before Cas came out. But life is never that easy is it? Cas opened the door right as Dean was about to knock. He was wet and only wearing a towel around his waist. Dean couldn't help but steal a peek at Cas.
"Do you need something, Dean?" Cas asked.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah! I...I left you some...some clothes. On my bed. For you." Real smooth Dean.
"Thank you." Cas stepped around Dean, headed towards Dean's room to change. Dean had to look at the glistening muscles of Cas' back. He may not be that muscle-y, but Cas sure was fit. After Cas closed the door, Dean remembered what else he had to tell Cas.
"Oh, and Cas?"
"Yes Dean?"
"I'm gonna make some hot cocoa, you want some?"
"Yes, thank you Dean." Dean smiled and headed back downstairs to finish making the cocoa. They could drink it while watching Star Trek.
Cas came downstairs in Dean's clothes. The sweatpants were a bit baggy on Castiel's smaller frame and the shirt just a bit too long since he was shorter than Dean. Dean's heart skipped a beat but he tried to pull himself back to reality and held out a mug of cocoa to Cas.
"The Man Trap?" Dean said as Cas accepted the mug carefully.
"What?" Cas tilted his head in confusion.
"The Man Trap." Dean repeated, "It's the name of the first episode of Star Trek."
"Oh, okay then." Cas smiled and they headed to the TV room so they could watch it on the DVD player. Dean popped in the disc and sat down on the couch with Cas, who was sipping his hot chocolate.
5 minutes into the episode, Cas scooted closer to Dean. Dean thought it was just because Cas was cold, so he paused the episode and got up to fetch a blanket.
"Where are you going?" Cas asked.
"Gonna get a blanket. You're still pretty cold, right." It wasn't a question. Cas still looked pretty darn cold. So he hopped up the stairs and not a minute later came back down with a blue blanket.
"You really like blue don't you." Cas stated.
"Hmm?"
"Blue scarf, blue blanket..."
"Well, I guess blue is my favorite color." Dean said as he sat back down, closer to Cas this time, and draped the blanket across their legs. He grabbed the remote to unpause the TV, and draped his arm across the back of the couch.
Cas was feeling much warmer but wished that Dean would put his arm around his shoulders instead of behind him. So, he fake shivered a bit and leaned a bit closer to Dean.
"You still cold?" Dean said quietly, under the volume of the TV. Cas nodded a bit guiltily for using his coldness to get closer to Dean. But Dean just wrapped his arm around Cas' shoulders and softly rubbed his arm to help him warm up.
Cas enjoyed the episode and his cocoa much more now that he was pressed tightly against Dean's right side. He could smell the soap Dean used, the same soap that Cas used a bit of while he was in the shower.
Dean finished his hot chocolate rather quickly and put down his mug on the side table, catching a glimpse of Cas' face. He looked so peaceful and comfortable. Dean leaned forward a bit to whisper (so he could still hear the TV), "Feeling better Cas? Warmer?"
Cas snuggled up tighter to Dean and replied with a simple hum of content.
Since Dean had leaned forward a bit, he could smell Cas and realized that Cas must have had used his axe shampoo when he was in the shower. It was intoxicating. It was kind of like Cas was his boyfriend. He was wearing his clothes, using his shampoo, and snuggling on the couch. It's a dream come true.
They were almost finished with The Naked Time (episode 4) when they heard the front door open.
"We're back!" Called Mary, "Good to see the house still standing." She teased as she came over towards the cuddling pair. "You look comfy."
"Hi mom, and you should tell Sam not to play stupid pranks in the middle of winter. Cas was freezing." Dean replied a little defensively as he took his arm off Cas and put it behind him on the couch.
"I'll talk to him." She pats Dean on the head before going upstairs. John comes in holding a plastic bag, probably filled with leftovers from their lunch. Dean, upon hearing his dad enter the house, quickly retracted his arm and scooted a bit away from Castiel. Cas was sad at the loss of contact and wondered why Dean did that just because his dad came in.
"Hey boys," John greeted, and he slightly emphasized the 'boys' in that greeting and that's when Cas got it. Mr. Winchester must be homophobic.
"Hey Dad."
"Hello Mr. Winchester." The boys replied, not really taking their eyes away from the TV. When John left the room to go into the kitchen, Cas saw Dean physically relax, just noticing now that he was really tense. Cas wanted to comfort him but didn't know how.
They finished the episode and watched one more before Cas had to get home for dinner. Dean gave Cas back his, now dry, clothes but Cas was in a bit of a rush and didn't have time to change out of Dean's.
After Dean and Cas said goodbye, Dean closed the door and turned around to his see his mom picking up their discarded hot cocoa mugs.
"I got that mom, it's fine."
"It's alright dear." Mary just smiled and looked at Dean. "So, you two seemed to have a lot of fun together."
Dean was a bit worried at when his mother meant exactly and almost stuttered giving a reply. "Yeah, he's cool. I mean he didn't know Star Trek before today but he seemed to like it. Now he'll get more of my jokes!" Dean rambled a bit, but his mother only smiled.
"Okay, Dean." She gave Dean a look at started walking towards the kitchen but turned her head before saying, "I like him too." She left Dean standing in the living room.
And Dean stands there, a bit confused, and a bit dazed, wondering how this day might have gone if not for Sam's stupid prank. And he'd never admit it, but that night, he went to bed thinking about just how perfectly Cas fit into his side.