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11. Plaid
"But Dean –!" Castiel tried to argue. Dressed in nothing but a pair of white boxers, he was trying to retrieve his clothes from Dean, who was refusing to give them back.
"But nothing, Cas!" Dean said. Oh, how he infuriated Castiel! "You're human now. You sweat and get dirty and do all of that disgusting human stuff. You can't wear the same clothes for days in a row!"
"I need my trench coat!" Castiel insisted. The coat was important to him! Why could Dean not see this?
"You can have it back once it doesn't stink of blood and B.O.," Dean said firmly. He threw Castiel's bundled-up clothes into the washing machine, which they'd bought with a fake credit card to create a laundry in the bunker, and Castiel watched forlornly as the machine began to fill up with soapy water.
"Now what do I wear, Dean?" Castiel said glumly. What was he supposed to do without his beloved coat?
"C'mon." Dean grabbed Castiel's wrist. "You can borrow some of my stuff till yours is dry."
He pulled Castiel out into the hallway. Sam happened to be walking past and he paused, looked at them and then recoiled, all in the space of a second.
"Oh, God!" he yelled, shielding his eyes. "Put some clothes on, Cas! Do you really have to do that in there?"
"You have no need to worry, Sam," Castiel said reassuringly, aware of how uncomfortable the thought of his brother copulating was to Sam and how awkward 'public displays of affection', as they were called, were to him. "Dean was just washing my clothes. We were not engaging in intercourse. We have not reached that stage in our relationship yet."
"Cas!" Dean hissed as Sam's face flushed bright red. "You don't go around telling people whether you're getting some or not!"
"My apologies, Dean." Castiel had thought that reassuring Sam that he was not having sex with his brother was the right thing to do but it clearly just made Sam more uncomfortable.
"C'mon, Cas, before Sam blows a fuse." Dean yanked Castiel down the hall towards his – well, theirs now – room, where he rummaged around in one of the drawers for clothes. He finally emerged with a pair of jeans, a Metallica T-shirt and a blue plaid shirt, which he threw at Castiel.
"Thank you, Dean," Castiel said, putting the T-shirt on. "I like the colour of the plaid shirt."
"Yeah," Dean shrugged uncomfortably. "Matches your eyes. Now hurry up and get dressed 'cause I'm taking you to get some clothes. You can't keep walking around half-naked and telling Sam that we're not getting any nookie yet. You just don't do that!"
Castiel didn't think that he would ever understand human customs but Dean seemed to be amused underneath his embarrassment, so he just smiled and pulled on the jeans.