A/N: This is a Destiel AU. Just letting you know

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Day 6 - Wearing Each Other's Clothes

There were two things that Dean Winchester hated. One was mornings and the other was wearing clothing when he had his sexy boyfriend in bed with him. He couldn't tell you when the two of them had started sleeping over at each other's houses on a regular basis, but it happened. And more often than not, their clothes ended up on the floor sometime during the night. It was small things like this that made Dean realise that going out with Cas wasn't a bad idea, especially when it didn't make him run for the hills like it usually does.

But then the morning after comes and Dean curses everything from the high heavens to the lowest level of hell when he realises he has to get dressed, but he refuses to open his eyes. This usually ended with Dean having more bruises than he had the night before and the sound of many expletives escaping him. It was one of those things that, even though he hated the language, Cas couldn't help but laugh at. But today wasn't one of those days. Today was the rare day when Dean had to wake up before his partner, a day when he had to wake up just after the sun had risen. It wasn't something he liked, but a couple of times a month, he let Bobby take a break and he would open the shop. The only problem is that his apartment wasn't near the shop, hence getting up at an ungodly time.

So there he was, untangling himself from the warm, naked body lying peacefully next to him, before standing, bare-assed, in the middle of the cold room. Dean let out a yawn as a shiver went down his spine, the combination of the two making him feel very uncomfortable. With his eyes still closed, and refusing to open fully until he had at least gotten into his car with a cup of coffee, he tried to navigate through the room by memory. But, like always, he would always miscalculate a step or two, making him run into the bedpost, then the dresser, then the other bedpost, and then finally tripping over their discarded clothing. Castiel slept through the noise, having gotten used to this.

Another chill made Dean shiver once again making him open his eyes slightly, the view from the small space was enough to make him get through the morning without any more harmful injuries. He quickly grabbed a pair of pants that he had just tripped on, foregoing the underwear, mainly because he couldn't be bothered finding any clean ones. His hands making quick work of the zipper and buttons before they moved to find a shirt, grabbing the next item of clothing he could find. He pulled it over his head, leaning on the bottom of the bed, resting his eyes for a moment.

He must have fallen asleep, only waking up from the alarm he had set to make sure he left on time. Dean's eyes finally opened properly when he noted the noise coming from his phone. He made the decision to skip breakfast, hoping he could just ask Jo to bring something from the Roadhouse before moving to the bathroom to rush through his routine.

After he placed a soft kiss on his boyfriends sleeping head (things he had gotten used to after being in a relationship) he rushed out of the room, grabbing his phone and jacket along the way, before heading out the door.

The sun had started to warm the earth when he moved to his baby, the car he had built from the ground up. He unlocked the phone and, without looking at it, quickly sent a text to Jo, asking her to bring over some breakfast and the largest cup of coffee to the shop when she was able. With his mind on breakfast, he headed to work, dumping his jacket on the passenger's seat where a duffle bag of the essentials lay (you know, body spray, an extra bottle of water, an extra bottle of alcohol, his dad's army knife, and a couple of condoms). He was half way to work when his phone buzzed; he just figured it was Jo sending an affirmative on the breakfast call, so he left it.

He was ten minutes late to Bobby's Automotives, but it was okay because no one was there to tell him off anyway. He drove his car to the back, leaving it there with all his stuff, therefore missing the call from his boyfriend. The first thing Dean did after opening was put the music on a channel that seemed to be dedicated to the older rock bands. It was just what he needed to start the morning.

He had been working for about 2 hours before he heard Jo's upbeat whistling. The older man cursed her for being this damn chirpy in the mornings as he cleaned his hands of the grease, ready for breakfast.

"Woah," was the first thing out of the blonde woman's mouth as she noticed Dean, her shocked look turning into a face of mischievousness, "late night?" she asked.

Dean looked at her weirdly, wondering where she was going with this, "A little, why?"

Jo was about to answer when he saw Cas' car coming through the garage. Dean's jaw dropped when he noticed that Cas had been wearing one of his old ACDC shirts. For some reason this made Cas so much hotter in the eyes of the mechanic. Cas seemed to roll his eyes at the confused man, "Dean," his gruff voice bringing him out of his daze, "I brought you an extra shirt, it seems that, when you were stumbling over the furniture this morning you grabbed my shirt by mistake. I took one of yours instead,"

Dean's eyes widened, he could see Jo laughing on the side. His head slowly drifted down, until the crisp white shirt could be seen, "Shit," he muttered, "Uh, sorry Cas," he apologised when he noticed the large grease stain on the shirt that looked so good on Cas.

Cas let out a sigh, handing him a bag, "It is fine. But I do have to leave if I want to go home, get dressed and get to work on time,"

Dean brought him in close for a chaste kiss, before whispering hotly in his ear, "You look hot in my clothes," Cas' face turned an interesting shade of red as he quickly muttered a goodbye to him and the (still) laughing girl.

"Shut up Joanna Harvelle," Dean finally snapped, grabbing his food from her and moving out back to eat and change. Maybe he could convince Cas to wear that shirt again tonight.