Dean and Castiel's final Detention week came to a close as they had been given the most horrendous task of all, one that Chuck had mentioned weeks back to be very scarring. "Coach, you're not serious?" out of all of the teachers who had been 'keeping an eye' on them through their Detention weeks, Coach Grey was the worst. "As a heart attack, now I want those locker rooms scrubbed so you can eat off them."
Castiel stared blankly at his Gym teacher not completely understanding what he was saying, and to clarify he asked generally out of curiosity. "Surely, eating off the locker room floor would be unhygienic." He heard Dean stifle his laughter at Castiel's question, his entire body vibrating as he tried to keep a straight face. "Novak, don't be a smart ass." Castiel's eyes narrowed a little as he nudged Dean in the side with his elbow. "But why would you choose that expression in particular?" he glanced to his side to see Dean's arms wrapped around his ribs as the laughter finally escaped. "I am just saying that the likelihood of myself or Dean eating anything off that floor is impossible." Coach Grey sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose, while pointing towards the locker room and leaving, Castiel waited until Dean was able to breathe. "Man it's a long time since I laughed that hard, trust you to pick up on something like that." Dean wrapped his arm around Castiel's shoulders as they walked towards the locker room. "It does not seem logical for a person to eat off the locker room floor, do they not know how much foot traffic can happen in a day?" Dean shook his head, grinning as they entered the room the sight making Castiel shudder. "This is disgusting." Dean agreed while peeking inside on of the lockers and closing it sharply. The smell of sweat and mud stank as Dean went around picking up used towels and Castiel wondered around. He looked down to see a piece of white fabric on the floor; cautiously he picked it up by the tag holding it at arms length. "Dean what is this?"
"Cas that right there is a jock strap." His arms full of towels Dean grimaced like his was trying to forget a memory. "It's like a pair of underwear you wear for sports. Supports the family jewels." It took a moment before Castiel dropped it on the floor in shock and moving away from it. "It won't hurt you Cas, don't be so delicate." He felt a great need to wash his hands as he stepped away from the strap. "Although in all fairness it depends who's been wearing the thing to be honest." Castiel took another step away as he put into consideration of who the owner might be and shuddered. "Y'know it's kinda cute seeing you freaked out by a jock strap. Me personally never been a fan, burnt mine last year after I dislocated my shoulder and broke a rib." Dean used one of the towels to pick up the item dumping it in with the dirty towels for washing. "You were injured?" Castiel sat on one of the benches checking underneath and above to make sure nothing unpleasant fell on him. "I was on the football team for a bit but at the last game of the season, got caught in a bad tackle." Dean did not remember it as clearly as his ex-team mates but it had knocked him clean out for a couple hours. "Came in handy though I used the whole 'past injuries' excuse when I didn't feel like joining in with Gym."
Dean grinned at Castiel while picking up a bucket and walking towards the showers area, he followed cautiously not knowing what to expect. "Pretty grim right?" of course Castiel had thought the worst but the showers themselves did not seem as scarring as he had first thought, maybe Chuck had over exaggerated. Dean sat on the side pulling his shoes and socks off and rolling up his jeans. "We won't need to do much these are pretty much self cleaning." Castiel copied what Dean had done as he passed him a broom. "Basically it's throwing soapy water on the floor and sweeping the water away."
"I cannot help but wonder if you have done this before." Dean chuckled as he filled the bucket up with water and soap. "Yeah a couple times, but I've never had such appealing company until now." A quick flicker of heat ran through his body as he saw Dean's eyes darken. As the weeks had progressed he had become used to Dean's affection, and was even more grateful that Dean was a very discreet person and preferred his private life and those involved in it to stay private. Castiel blushed a pink flush finding its place on his cheeks and neck, he tried to distract himself from Dean's eyes as he took off his jacket and putting it next to their shoes and finding the warm feel of water wash against his feet. He swept up the water into the nearest drain waiting for Dean to throw more water on the floor yet it never happened. "Cas, you do realise this is the first time you've showed your arms off on your own terms right?" it suddenly occurred to him at how comfortable he truly was with Dean. He was momentarily speechless as he looked down at his arms and felt nothing towards them; there was no shame, no guilt or self-consciousness… "How curious." Was all he murmured and indicating for Dean to throw more water on the floor.
They worked in silence as they moved from one locker room to the next; the final room gave Castiel the shock of his life. He had heard that the school had invested in an automated shower system that responded to movement.
One single movement had soaked Castiel straight through to his skin, the water causing hid clothes to stick to him like a second skin. Dean's eyes had darkened so much the heat and lust was immense. "That's a good look for you." Castiel shook some of the water from his hair his body atomically responding to Dean's voice, which had deepened with every word. He moved back instinctively as Dean invaded his personal space pushing him against the shower wall causing water to spray over both of them.
Dean leaned in his lips on Castiel's ear. "I really like this look." He traced his hands over Castiel's second skin of clothing feeling the muscles, each touch make his muscles quiver in anticipation as he wrapped his arms around Dean's neck pressed his lips to his neck. Dean made a sound of approval stopping only once to check no one was around and crushing his lips against Castiel's.
Bodies pressed tightly together Dean and Castiel kissed each other in a fevered frenzy of tongues and fingers digging into shoulders and each other's scalps. Dean pulled away for a moment clasping both of Castiel's wrists in one hand and pulling them above his head holding them in place. Castiel strained against the grip as his hips brushed against Dean's. He stopped briefly to take in Cas.
His slight scrawny body soaked, eyes bright blue filled with lust, lips bruised and swollen and his chest heaving against his. It was a sight that would be burnt into his brain for the rest of his life. Dean ducked his head tracing his nose against Castiel's neck, the scent was intoxicating he could not get enough of it as he kissed and licked the neck in an attempt to drown himself, he wanted to make sure he never forgot it. His gripped tightened on Castiel's wrists as he moved back to Castiel's lips, each panting breath against his lips as he kissed him softly and deepening it making Cas moan, a sound that almost cracked Dean's self-control.
"Winchester! Novak! Where are you!" Dean groaned as he buried his head in Cas' shoulder and released his hands. "Son of a-." he whispered as he placed a finger on his lips and moved away. Dean stood in front of Castiel giving him a chance to sort of his appearance as much as he could, but there was not much that could be done for the wet clothing. "What the hell happened to you two?" Coach Grey appeared looking shocked to see Dean and Castiel completely soaked. "Automated showers caught us by surprise." Was all Dean said as Cas became weary of the Coach's eyes taking in their appearance and he became conscious of the fact another person could see his arms. "Oh yeah forgot to mention that." The Coach smirked at them as Dean rolled his eyes. "Was that revenge for Cas being a smart ass?" whether Dean was distracting the teacher he did not know, Cas moved grabbing his jacket, pulling it on needing the layer for a shield against prying eyes. "Now you think about it, yeah I think so." As the teacher inspected the locker room and shower area, Dean winked and smiled at Cas who rubbed his arm nervously for what the Coach's verdict would be. "Not bad, I should get you to do this more often."
As they walked home a smile formed on Dean's face. "Well that was definitely my most memorable Detentions." Castiel's ears burnt hot as his shyness returned although he was shivering slightly from the cool evening air against his damp clothing. Dean grabbed Cas by the wrist and pulled into the shadows pinning him against the wall. "We should definitely do that more often, don't you agree?"
"Novak, Novak, Novak." Lisa muttered to herself as typed the surname into Google. "It can't be that common…"
A/N: ... "whistles innocently and walks away..."
Oh yeah! Lisa is a super freak! She's a super freak!