Sam and Dean were working on a case. At least, Dean was working; Sam was confined in his bed, sniffling, blowing his nose into tissues. Poor Sammy. Not even Castiel, with all of his heavenly healing powers, could cure the younger Winchester's cold. After all, there is no cure for the common cold. It's Heaven verified.
The angel sadly shook his head at Sammy the Red-Nosed Moose. "You tried," Sam stated, his voice deeper. He looked up from his place in the bed and gave Cas those Sad Sammy eyes.
Cas left the room and found Dean in the library on Sam's laptop, doing research on a local ghost or something. "Hey Cas," he mumbled, tapping a few buttons. The nearby printer began shooting out paper. He looked at the angel. "Could you do me a favor?" Dean asked with big green eyes. There was a family resemblance whenever they did that.
"Anything Dean," Cas replied with a little smile.
"Staple those papers for me?"
Cas certainly knew what a stapler is and how it's used. He saw one near the printer, strolling towards it while Dean went back to his researching. Stacking the papers neatly, Cas positioned them between the stapler's jaws. As Cas pushed down on the stapler, he glanced back at Dean, who stood up and stretched. The angel watched as the Righteous Man's muscles flexed and his shirt moved to reveal some back. So sexy...
"Ah! My finger!" Cas exclaimed as he felt a prick of pain in his left index finger. He noticed that a staple went through an outer layer of flesh and into the papers. He shook his hand in the air, the papers moving with Castiel's finger. It was unnerving to see himself attached to documents.
Dean chuckled as he walked over to the trench-coated angel. He got him by the wrist and examined the situation. The Winchester sighed. "This is why I love you," he grinned, suddenly wrenching Castiel's finger away.
Cas flexed his fingers, glad the weight was gone. "Thanks Dean," he beamed, gratitude written all over his face.
"You're welcome," Dean replied, swiftly re-stapling the papers and making Cas blush. He returned to his seat and gestured to another one nearby.
The angel sat, moving his seat closer. "I guess I'll just..." he felt Dean's hand find his under the table, "...wait here then."