Every movement Cas' body made felt like a bruise being stepped on. Bright lights glowed around him and a booming voice travelled across the corridor, and stopped at his door.

"Cassy! Get your ass out of bed, or I'll eat your breakfast!"

Gabe's voice echoed in his head, and it with great might, Cas managed to get a reply out.

"Yeah, I'll be down in a second"

He wiggled his way out of bed, sweat made parts of his bed sheet stick to him. Each step he took was matched up with a gulp to stop the ever rising vomit in his throat.

Why had he drunk so much last night? What even happened? Details from the night before had escaped his mind and finding the thought path that remembered what happened was not something he was ready for just yet.

He hustled his way to his door and stood there, contemplating whether he had enough energy to walk all the way back to his bed to pick up his shirt he had forgotten or to just head to the shower. He swept a glance behind him and noticed that one of his closet doors was open and some of the sheets were missing.

A small ache at the back of his head was like a reminder that he was forgetting something important. He didn't push on it much, thinking it was mostly likely Gabe adventuring into his room for one thing or another.

He left the shirt behind and made his way to the bathroom. He got there to only find that the door was closed and was occupied by someone.

"Jesus Christ, Gabe. Can you get out?"

Cas had only just got out of bed, yet irritation already filled his body. His fists eventually rose to the door pounding on it, just as his headache started to within his head. Agitation raged within him now, he had to get in there now or there would be a massive mess to clean up if he didn't.

"Gabriel. Get the fuck out, right now. I really got to use the bathroom or you're going to have to deal…"

Whatever was about to come out of Castiel's mouth came to a hult as the door swung open, revealing someone he had not expected.

Dean stood there, beads of water dropping down off his hair and green eyes staring intensely back at him. Cas froze, Dean was what he had forgotten. He trailed his bright blue eyes up and down Dean, trying to confirm that he was actually there.

"..Dean?"

Unexpectedly Castiel's voice shook, and a sudden thought of vile rushing up from his throat was feeling like it was about to become a reality. Memories from last night still weren't coming back to him, and it was leaving him kind of anxious.

"I hope you don't mind, Gabe… uh your brother said I could use the shower."

Dean sounded unusually young, and was avoiding eye contact as he spoke.

Neither of them said anything and nor did either of them found themselves able to move.

"I'm done so if you want to…"

"Oh yeah, thanks."

Breaking the silence eventually, the two shirtless guys awkwardly shuffled past each other. Once they had switched places, Castiel gave Dean a slight nod and closed the door.

A wave of a new feeling flooded through him. He turned and stared into the fogged up mirror, placing his hands on the rim of the sink. He took in a deep breath and wanted to slam his head on something.

"FUCK."

Cas' small cry was followed up by a small awkward chuckle outside the bathroom. Oh god lord, he was still standing there. Embarrassment made his body heat up and sweat started to bead up on his upper lip.

He quickly stripped off his pants and underwear and made his way into the shower, the cold water a soothing feeling on his back. Small and tiny details came back into his mind about the night before.

Sighing, he ran his fingers through his wet hair and only hoped nothing too bad happened.