Prompt donated by lamasgonewild
Castiel padded into his bathroom. Thin, watery light softly washed over the pastel yellow tiles that, in all truth, were rather ugly but had grown on him in his time here. He scrubbed a hand over his face. It was early, atrociously early, and despite every bone in his body wanting to slide back between those sinfully warm sheets, his body was on a clock. He snatched at his toothbrush in the wall-mounted holder but his fingers swizzled around unexpectedly. Two. Two toothbrushes. When his brain caught up with his hands, he couldn't help the contented flutter in his chest.