A week or two later, and Sam is still a little frosty. He continues to be blunt, and quite frankly a little arrogant toward his brother and the angel, but at least he is talking to them now. Even if it is only thanks to Dean's constant nagging.
Another hunt down, and the trio have just pulled up into the garage of the bunker. Sam has a face like a slapped ass, still pouting over the fact that Cas joined the brother's on this one, despite all of the youngest Winchester's protesting.
Before the other two have a chance to say anything, Sam jumps out of the car, slams his door, and storms into the bunker.
"HEY!" Dean scowls, as he dashes around to check for damage on his car.
"Just leave it, Dean," Cas warns him, as clambers out of the car himself.
Out of the three of them, Cas looks the worst affected by this hunt. He has a couple of grazes across his face, his hair is congealed with some kind of bodily substance, and he has been forced to wear Dean's jacket.
The angel's coat was messed up pretty bad during the fight, but still Dean was sure to bundle it up at the scene of the crime, to return it home with Cas. But of course, with his shredded shirt, and lack of apparel, Dean was sure to lend Cas his jacket for the journey home.
Naturally though, this only angered Sam even more. Dean didn't care though. It was Sam's fault that the angel was in this state, after refusing to be the angel's back up. Besides, Dean had his usual countless layers of plaid on, so he was plenty warm enough without his jacket.
Finally satisfied that his brother hadn't caused any lasting damage to his precious car, Dean is sure to grab the trenchcoat off the back seat, before heading inside. As he drags his head out of the car again, Dean catches sight of the angel, and can't help but laugh a little to himself.
"What?" Cas enquires, as he wraps Dean's jacket around him a little tighter.
"Nothing," Dean smiles, as he stuffs his keys into his pocket.
"What, Dean?" Cas repeats.
"I just can't believe that thing looks better on you than it does on me," Dean smirks, nodding towards his jacket.
Cas shakes his head a little, with a smile, and walks on ahead of Dean. The hunter watches him stroll on ahead for a moment, before following.
As Dean walks out from the garage and follows the angel into the kitchen, he can't help but notice all the clumps of blood and guts in Castiel's locks. His face scrunches up as he gets a little grossed out, noticing more and more sections fused together with goop, from the shapeshifter they just fought.
"Dude," Dean cringes, "you have got to sort your hair out."
"Wh-?"
Castiel looks a little confused, but then he runs his fingers through his hair.
"Ew-er, yeah, that's… that's gross," Cas laughs a little, as he inspects his now-goop-covered hand.
The inner child in him cant resist, and Dean finds himself reaching out to feel it too.
"Ha-man, that is vile!" he laughs. "It's hardening up already - you gotta wash that out, like, now."
"Oh yeah, I'll get right on that," comes Castiel's sarcastic reply. "I'm sure Sam will love me joining him in the shower."
"Yeah just jump right in there," Dean teases, "he'll love it."
Castiel cant help but smirk a little, as he gives Dean an unimpressed look.
"Just do it over the sink," Dean suggests.
"Are you kidding?" Cas splutters. "It's gonna be hard enough getting this crap out, let alone being bent over the kitchen sink at the same time!"
"Well obviously, I'll give you a hand," Dean assures him.
Cas isn't really sure what to say. Isn't that a bit weird? Especially considering what happened between them a few weeks ago.
"Nah, it's alright," Cas dismisses the hunter. "I'll wait until Sam is finished."
"Come on, man," Dean insists.
"No, Dean, it's fine," Cas continues. "Besides, it's only going to get worse if i get it wet now, right?"
"No, Cas, that- you're right," Dean has a little light bulb moment himself. "Whilst its dried up, we can comb it out!"
And with that he dashes out of the room.
"we?! Dean!" Castiel sighs to himself, feeling kind of awkward right now.
Now that his mind has reminded him of that memory from their wild, drunken night, he cant stop replaying it. It feels like everything Dean is suggesting right now is an innuendo to Castiel's sordid mind.
Trying to distract his tainted thoughts, the angel reaches for his trenchcoat throwing it in the washer.
Washing, that's normal. A totally ordinary thing to do. Good job, Cas.
But just moments later, he finds himself, carefully draping Dean's jacket on the chair beside him, and throwing his tatty looking shirt in the washer too.
Now, you're doing washing, topless. This is like those film you like to watch, where the two men end up-
"Hey, Dean!"
Castiel is snatched away from his train of thought - and probably for the best too - as the hunter re-enters the room.
Dean looks at the angel a little confused, as he stands in the doorway, clutching his comb in his hand.
"I was putting my coat onto wash," Cas confirms.
Dean raises an eyebrow, as he admires Castiel's shirtless body from afar.
"Ah, yes," Cas continues to explain, as he follows Dean's eye line to his own bare chest. "I put my shirt in there too."
"Right," Dean slowly nods. "of course you did."
"So…" Cas replies, desperately trying to fill the awkward silence that has fallen between the pair. "My hair?"
"Yeah…" Dean is still in a daze.
The hunter's mind is clearly drifting away, as he barely responds to his surroundings. Instead, he bites his bottom lip a little, as his eyes remain glued to the angel's torso.
"Er, Dean?"
"Yeah..." Dean mumbles, but then snaps back to reality. "Yeah, sorry, hair. I got the comb!"
Cas smiles and nods a little at the hunter, still feeling a little uncomfortable himself. Dean gestures towards the chair, for Cas to take a seat.
He walks towards the one where he has just so carefully placed the hunter's jacket, smiles a little as his hands trace over it, and settles himself into the chair next to it. Of course, he wouldn't want to ruin Dean's statement leather jacket.
Cas tucks his chair in closer to the table, and leans his head back a little, awaiting Dean's gentle touch.
But it doesn't come.
"You're kidding, right?" Dean laughs a little, as he watches the angel.
"What?"
"You've seen the state of it - this is gonna take a while, Cas," Dean reminds him. But Cas just looks at him blankly. "You're gonna get a stiff neck sitting like that. Just sit properly."
Cas wriggles his shoulders a little, as he straightens himself up. He smiles to himself, as he again prepares for Dean's hands across him.
"Seriously?" Dean laughing still.
Giving up on trying to explain the situation to Cas - clearly it's his first time doing something like this - Dean takes matters into his own hand. He marches over, playfully huffing a little, as the angel watches on, still a little confused. Dean turns the chair 180͒, and leans over Cas in the chair.
"Much better," he playfully grins in the angel's face. "Now, let's see what we can do."
Cas can feel his own body stiffening a little, as he desperately tries to think of anything but that fateful night. Anything to help him forget Dean's hands running up and down his torso, the feel of Dean's lips on so many parts of his body, hearing Dean call out his name in pleasure.
Stop it, Cas.
He is supposed to be distracting himself from these thoughts, not encouraging them.
But Dean isn't helping the situation. He is clambering all over Cas, trying to get at him from multiple different angles. He has one arm snaked around Castiel's neck, as he reaches right around the back, pressing himself up against the topless angel.
Cas can feel the hunter's breath against his neck, and it is taking every ounce of strength he has not to grab Dean by the waist and pull him in closer.
Dean swears he can hear Castiel moaning a little, as pushes himself against him. The tugging at the angel's hair soon becomes more and more tender, as Dean eventually find himself simply running Cas' hair through his fingers.
Dean drops the comb on the table behind them, as he caresses the angel's neck. The hunter can feel himself getting more and more turned on, as he instinctively presses his groin towards Castiel's crotch.
"Cas…" the hunter finds himself moaning, barely even audibly.
But then Dean jumps up, clearing his throat a lot louder than necessary. He tucks his hands in his pocket, desperately trying to hide the semi-hard on he can feel growing in his pants.
"You should really put a clean shirt on," Dean requests, standing in front of the angel, but struggling to make eye contact with him.
"Yeah, i will," Cas agrees. "After my shower."
"No, Cas," Dean's voice is a little firmer now, as he can't help but look Castiel's bare chest up and down. "You really need to cover up. Like, right now."
Dean turns himself around, as the bulge in his trousers only gets more and more prominent through his jeans. Castiel gets up from the chair finally, and rests a hand on the hunter's shoulder.
"Dean?"
Cas encourages him to turn around; now Dean's body is the one with hunched shoulders, scared to let himself relax. Dean's eyes are filled with fear and lust, both emotions desperately fighting for dominance.
The angel takes a step closer, and Dean can feel his hands fall out of his pockets, as his whole body relaxes.
Castiel's hand has barely reach his waist, when Dean thrusts himself toward the angel. He is quick to grab the back of Castiel's still-matted hair with one hand, whilst his other desperately pulls the angel's waist towards his own. In return, Dean can feel Cas grab his back with one strong arm, and pull him even closer towards him.
Keeping his arm spread across the hunter's back, Cas grasps Dean's neck, knowing how much he enjoys his neck being stroked. The pair are locked in an extremely passionate kiss, as they fight to pull the each other closer, barely taking a second to breathe between them.
The intensity is growing pretty fast - it looks like Dean's lust won that battle.
"Dean! Shower's free!"
The distant call of the other Winchester brother is the only thing that breaks the pair of them apart.
Cas takes a step back, as Dean remains pressed against the kitchen counter. Cas looks over at the hunter, curious about what just happened - and how. Dean appears to be more embarrassed than anything else.
"You go, Cas," Dean finally mumbles, acutely aware the angel is just watching him, waiting for a response. "You better go get cleaned up, man, or you'll catch a chill," he laughs a little.
Cas sighs a little as he walks away without saying a word. He briefly looks back at Dean, his mind still so curious, desperately trying to pick up on some of the hunter's body language.
But Dean remains still, unsure of everything himself. He touches his lips, lightly tracing where Castiel had just been, his mind just as curious at the angel's.
And sure enough, they're both thinking the same thing:
There was no alcohol involved this time...