"You were asleep when I got here," Dean commented after dinner, as they gathered their things for the shower. He looked up from his canvas bag of clothes. Castiel was rubbing his eyes and picking through his set of drawers for something to change into later. His posture was tilted. Half because he was tired, and the other half because he just got railed; that was Dean's guess, anyway. But he looked very tired. "Is everything going all right? I mean, you never really seemed tired during the day before now; and I've never known you to take naps."

Castiel didn't turn to look at him, but he wrapped clean boxers in a clean t-shirt, reaching for his shampoo bottle on top of the dresser. "I just…" He paused, thinking. "I don't know. I've been… tired lately. I guess I'm getting used to working so much. I still have homework to do before I leave, and even in the morning after I wake up… I mean, I have you to look forward to every day. That's fuel enough to keep going. But when I came back from class today, I…" He trailed off as he turned around, and looked down at the things he was holding. "I just hit the bed. And when you woke me up, it was an hour and a half later."

Walking to him, Dean looked into his handsome face to examine his weariness closely. "And then we banged for another hour. Kinda burned off whatever rest you got."

"I suppose so." Cas laughed. "But it was… invigorating." Looking up into Dean's eyes, he smiled at him. "I'll be ok, Dean. I just need some R&R."

"I want to help." Dean protested. "I'm borrowing the car from Sam this week. I'll drive you to work at night, so you don't have to walk."

The blue eyes softened. "Dean. You don't have to, I'm fine."

"I'm going to, though. I'll call Sam when we get back." Dean insisted.

Castiel sighed. "Thank you, Dean. I don't want to put you out of your way, but I know you're incorrigible." He bit his lip. "I should be asking you how you liked it."

"… The sex?"

"Yes."

Grinning, Dean put an arm around Castiel's hips and kissed him. "Shut up. It was awesome. Although you should be careful, I might get used to it." He walked to the door and Cas followed.

"I wouldn't argue with that," Cas smirked as he tried to suppress a full-blown grin of relief.

They strode down the hall, their door shutting behind them, to the community bathroom. It was empty except a kid shaving at one of the sinks. They walked into the shower section and turned a corner, hiding them from plain sight. Cas glanced around nervously as Dean closed them both into a stall, but the other just put his things aside and began peeling off his clothes. Once they were both stripped Dean turned on the water and waited for it to warm up.

"Is there anything else I can do? I mean, I can always let you sleep more." Dean offered, making sure to speak in low tones. Cas always got up early and went to bed after making out with Dean into the early hours of the morning.

Castiel shook his head. "I'll work it out. I'm sure if I get a few more hours, I'll be back to normal." He ducked under the water, shaking his hair out, and made Dean laugh. "It was all right, though?" Cas pressed, talking about the sex again. He picked up his shampoo. "Really, you didn't mind it?"

"Cas." Dean took the bottle from him and put some of it in his own hands, massaging it into Cas's dark hair as he kissed him, over and over. His strong fingers were mesmerizing, and he pushed the suds off his forehead to keep it out of his heavily-lidded blue eyes. "I love it," he said as he let Cas slide his head under the stream to wash out his frothy locks. "Honestly I thought it'd be more like it always is. But you…" The writhing, the moans, the rough ride… damn… "It was amazing." He said quietly, and meant it, and Cas pushed the water out of his face and brought Dean in for another kiss.

"You should try it sometime," Cas said into his ear gently. Teasingly he flicked water at Dean, who held him under the stream until he was sputtering. Both of them giggled in a childish fashion as they continued to clean bodies and mess with each other, bumping into the walls of the stall. Dean was smothered in suds as Cas poured shampoo openly into his hair and got a Mohawk in return. They clung together and grinned into their kisses and pushed each other around. They were built about the same save for the extra two inches Dean had on Castiel, so they were both pretty durable though all the rough housing, even going so far as to have a flex competition that Castiel lost because he dissolved into laughter. Dean pretended to be his own cheering crowd as Cas rolled his eyes and pushed him into the water.

They calmed down enough for Dean to take out his razor and clean up his stubble. It was against the rules to clog up the sink, so they had to shave without a mirror in the showers. Without Cas he would've missed a lot of spots, though. Castiel ran his fingers through his hair to loosen up the Mohawk as his roomie shaved. When Dean was done he shook out his razor and looked over at him. He had stepped out of the water and was drying off with his towel. "You don't like shaving do you?" He questioned.

"No, not really," Cas confessed. "I'm clumsy; my hands shake."

"I can help." Dean smiled. Surprised, Cas looked at him a minute. Then he hung up his towel and stepped back under the stream, walking up to Dean, who put his free hand around his waist and brought him close. "Do you trust me?" Castiel gave him an even look before nodding softly. "All right." Dean had him stand out of the water stream. He squirted some shave cream into his hands and got in close, pushing it gently along the stubble of Cas's beard, the soft flesh of his cheeks moving with his every touch. Cas blinked but otherwise didn't flinch. He stared at Dean nervously when he was done and washing his hands in the stream. "How much do you want off?" He was questioned.

"All of it. Please," Castiel added, catching himself. He reached out and took Dean by the waist, squeezing his soft midsection for comfort as he lifted the razor. His Adams apple bobbed.

Nodding gently, Dean braced his wrist against Cas's ear and began to gently press the razor to his cheek. His precision was flawless. In even strokes he lifted away the hap-hazard stubble as well as the thick shaving cream. He cleaned up Cas's jawline, was extremely delicate around the lips he loved, and his hands were steady as a surgeon's as he shaved his upper throat. Every touch was like a dose of endorphins to Castiel – even if he was scared of being cut. He was drunk on Dean.

When it was done, Dean put aside the razor and washed Cas's cheeks clean and smiled at him. "Well hey there, handsome; don't you clean up nice." He drew back proudly to let Cas inspect his work.

Castiel's fingers drifted over his cheeks and throat, amazed. A grin filled his lips. "How do I look?" He asked hesitantly. This was the first time he'd been fully shaved in a while. He held an almost childlike cuteness to him now. His blue eyes looked much bigger, their intensity blunted by the lack of darkness on his cheekbones - but not in a bad way. He looked overall clearer and brighter. Although his scruff was pretty damn attractive, Dean was impressed; he hadn't thought he could get any more attractive.

He nodded approvingly. "You look scrubbed up and polished. It's not an artist look, but it's a damn good one." Dean put his razor up and shut off the water, handing him his towel. "I've got some aftershave here, too. You should-"

"Dean," came the sharp blurt, and Dean looked up in shock to see Castiel fumbling with his towel to cover his junk, and staring at the door in heightened humiliation.