S is for Stress Relief

Dean felt as his right eye started to twitch. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. Another hunt had gotten away from him. He had been out of the game for too long. He was getting rusty.

They had been hunting a rogue werewolf. All signs pointed to a werewolf, at least. They had been on his tail for a few days, and suddenly, poof, he was gone.

Dean didn't work cases anymore. He rarely was on the road. Most of his time was spent with Castiel and Bobby. Bobby was getting so big. He didn't want to miss a moment with his son, but when the itch for a hunt came, he couldn't help it. He needed to get out on the road for a few days.

"Dean, we will get them," Sam said from his spot next to his brother.

"This was an open and shut case. We were supposed to be back by now," Dean said, annoyed.

"We are almost there. There is just something we are missing," Sam said.

"Yeah, a dead werewolf," Dean said

Dean simply grunted as he parked the Impala. He got out of the car and headed to their motel room. Sam silently followed his brother.

They entered the room and found Cas sitting at the table with a bag full of food. Dean arched a brow at him in silent question; where's Bobby?

"Cas, to what do we owe the surprise?" Sam asked.

"Hello, Sam," Castiel greeted the younger Winchester. "I thought you might like another pair of hands on the job."

"We don't need another pair of hands; we need that freaking wolf on a platter," Dean barked. He shook his head and told them he was going to take a shower.

"How long has he been this pleasant?" Castiel asked once the bathroom door slammed shut.

Sam sighed as he sat down next to the angel. He started looking through the food. "A day or so," he replied as he grabbed the salad that was obviously his and what looked like a vggie burger of sorts. "Where's Bobby?"

"With Mary, she was happy to watch him for a few days, and he was excited to have a sleepover," Castiel said.

"Good, good," Sam said slowly as he looked at the bathroom door.

"Here, I got this when I checked in, 208, on the second floor," Castiel said, holding up a key for Sam.

"Say no more. I'll get out of your hair and work on some more research for the case. There has to be something we're missing," Sam said, snatching the key. He grabbed his food, his laptop, and his bag and left.

Castiel looked at the food and then to the bathroom door, where Dean was taking a shower. He could tell how stressed the other hunter was right now. The food could wait. What kind of husband would he be if he didn't help him de-stress?

Castiel entered the bathroom, only slightly surprised that it wasn't locked. He heard Dean humming gently to himself, unaware of his presence still. Castiel shed his clothes and entered the shower to a grinning Dean.

"You seemed tense," Castiel said, smiling back at him, "consider me your stress reliever."

"What about-?" Dean started.

"I gave him my room," Castiel said, smiling at the elder Winchester. He leaned in and sealed their lips together in a heated kiss that ignited that fire within Dean. He pushed Castiel back into the wall of the shower. Castiel grunted and wrapped his arms around Dean.

This was Dean's favorite way to relieve stress.