It had been a long and tiring day, and all Dean could think about was getting back to the motel room and take a hot shower. He had decided to take on a job on his own since Sam was away with Bobby trying to track down some magical artifact that had gone missing from John's lock-up.
It wasn't anything Dean couldn't handle, just a small nest of vamps hiding out in the woods of southern Louisiana outside of New Orleans. About a night's work of tracking them down, then waiting 'til sunrise to go in and hack them all into pieces.
Dean entered the motel room and marched straight for the bathroom, ready to get the stench of swamp and blood off him. Stripping out of his clothes as he went, peeling off the dark T-shirt glued to him by sweat and dirt before pushing off his bluejeans and boxers.
Sighing in relief as he stepped into the spray of the warm water, pulling the shower curtain shut around him. He eagerly washed off the sweat, dirt and gunk off his body before scrubbing his hair with the motel supplied bottles of shampoo and conditioner.
Satisfied he was finally clean, he turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry himself off as he walked back into the main room.
To say he was caught off guard to find the trench coat clad angel perched on the foot of his bed was an understatement.
"What the hell, Cas?!" he shouted, quickly wrapping the towel around his waist.
Castiel looked at Dean with a surprised expression, he hadn't planned on seeing the hunter covered by a barely big enough to conceal anything towel.
Castiel cleared his throat, trying to regain his focus and forced himself to avert his wandering gaze to look Dean in the eyes.
"My apologies Dean... I... Sam asked me to check on you," Castiel managed to finally speak, his voice raspier than usual.
Dean shook his head, silently cursing his brother under his breath before returning his attention to the angel.
"You know, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself... Sam didn't have to send you to be my sitter," Dean huffed, annoyed with both his brother and Castiel.
"I know, Dean... Sam was just worried is all, he told me he hadn't heard from you all day," Castiel explained, his gaze falling back to that almost too-small towel saving very little of Dean's dignity.
"That's because I was out in the middle of freaking nowhere, I didn't exactly have the best cell service..." Dean announced, now suddenly aware of the angel's curious gaze.
He subconsciously adjusted the towel around his waist, unsure of just how much of him was actually covered. Though, for some completely bizarre reason, he didn't mind being stared at by the celestial being sitting on his bed.
"I'll call Sam right now and tell him myself," Dean crossed the short distance from the bathroom to the TV stand in front of bed, picking up his phone and hitting the speed dial button for Sam.
Castiel shifted on the bed as Dean was now much closer to him and he could tell just how little that flimsy towel left to the imagination.
Dean held the phone up to his ear waiting for Sam to answer his call, unaware of Castiel's attempt to scoot away from where Dean stood just a foot or so from him.
"Hey Sam... Yeah, yes he's here and you know, you didn't have to send him to check in on me," Dean spoke into the phone, turning to face the bed.
"I get that, but I was in the middle of the Louisiana backwoods... There ain't exactly cell towers just sticking up outta the swamp!" Dean snapped, shifting his weight from one foot to other, the slight movement causing his lower half to imprint against the towel.
Castiel did his best to look anywhere but at Dean's crotch, which apparently got Dean's attention though Castiel seemed oblivious to that fact.
"I'll have to call you back, tell Bobby I said hi..." Dean quickly hung up the call without giving his brother a chance to stop him, setting the cell phone back down where he had left it.
Dean stepped forward, closing the distance between him and Castiel still sitting at the end of the bed. He reached out and hooked his fingers under the angel's chin, lifting it slightly so that he had no choice but to look at Dean.
"Is this what's got your attention?" he reached for his waist with his other hand and slid it under the towel where it was tucked into itself at his hip, pulling it loose and letting it fall to the floor around his feet.
Castiel glanced down, eyes wide in surprise at the sight of Dean's well endowed penis nestled in the patch of neatly curled pubes.