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The angel stood awkwardly in the middle of the room eyes locked with Dean for a second before greeting the brothers and taking a seat on the old sofa that faced the old TV. He smelt a little from his activities that day but thought the brothers either wouldn't notice it or not mention it. Dean came over and sat next to the angel.

"Okay so fess up." Cas shifted in his seat a little taking a side wards glance at the hunter next to him.

"I don't understand"

"Cas you smell like ass."

"Oh." The angels gaze fell, no such luck with the not mentioning it then. "My grace keeps my vessel clean as well as unharmed, being cut off I don't want to waste my remaining grace on hygiene."

"Maybe you should think about it."

"Dean." Sam interjected that was a little unnecessary. "Cas you can take a shower if you want." Dean got up using Cas' thigh to lean on, making Cas tense even more and become even more confused why was that necessary for Dean to stand? The elder hunter walked across the room laughing as he spoke,

"No Sam, lets just take Cas with us on hunts he'll scare the monsters of the demons would probably send them selves to hell." Before either brother could do anything, Cas was inches away from Dean, making the man jump, there was anger in his eyes. Whilst keeping the close distance as neither moved or stop the eye contract, the angel took of his trench coat and jacket making a lump form in Dean's throat. Dean watched as Cas walked to the bathroom loosening his tie, shutting the door behind him. Dean was left staring slightly wide eyed at the bathroom door. After a moment of silence Dean spoke, Sammy still watching him.

"I think you offended him, telling him to take a shower, tact Sammy tact." Sam just rolled his eyes, but he didn't miss the smirk or wink.

"How did you do that?" Sam asked, amazed at how he could twist the angel around his finger.

"What? Don't know what you mean." Dean told his brother with a tone that completely betrayed the validity of his words.

Cas stormed into the bathroom and it wasn't until he was standing butt naked in the middle of the room, did he realise how silly he was being, anger really was the hardest to control.

He wanted to just put his clothes back on and use his grace to freshen himself like he always did, but that would mean facing Dean's smug face, that man just made him so angry. So Castiel decided to shower, for the first time, there lay another problem Cas was standing naked in the bathroom and he realised he had no idea how to turn the shower on. There was a knock on the door and a voice from the other side of the door.

"Hey Cas, Sam's going for food if you give me your clothes he'll get them washed for you." Cas scooped up his clothes and handed them to the hunter on the other side of the door.

"Thank you." He spoke quietly and almost begrudgingly like he was a child and his mum made him say thank you for a birthday present even though he hated it. This was the perfect time for Cas to ask need how the shower worked, but it seemed in addition to jealous another deadly sin had snuck its way into Castiel, pride. He didn't want to loose face to the Winchesters.

It didn't take Cas long to work out the taps, though longer to find a comfortable temperature that didn't threaten to burn Jimmy's skin off or give him frost bite. When he was done Cas poked his head around the door.

"Erm Dean."

"Yeah." Dean answered as he spun around and caught sight of the wet head of Cas his dark wet hair sticking to his face as droplets of water ran down his face and neck and, "What's up Cas?"

"Is Sam back with my clothes?"

"No."

"Okay, I'll wait." Before Dean could answer the door shut again, guilt over run the hunter he didn't like the idea of him in there on his own with nothing to do and no clothes to wear, so he rolled his eyes and made his way to his duffle bag after pulling out some jeans and an old t shirt he knocked on the door again.

"Cas come on you can't wait in there, I have some clothes for you to wear until Sam gets back." Cas frowned at the door before answering this time making sure there was a towel around his waist. He looked at Dean's clothes in his hand and felt like smiling, with a nod he took them and went back into the bathroom.

A minute or two later, Dean was on the old battered sofa clicking through the channels and Cas came and sat next to him, though he had to hold the jeans up as he walked, his form was more slender then the well built hunter. Dean looked the man up and down; he looked good without his trench coat.

"Suits you."

"What does?"

"My clothes, I mean you know more than I thought they would anyway." Cas looked down at himself, he missed his suit and trench coat, he had always worn it, it become a kind of security comfort thing to him much like a child and a blanket, though looking around he didn't altogether hate what he was seeing, he pulled at the t-shirt reading the upside down writting that said 'metallica' he looked down for a oment before telling the hunter.

"I like the shirt." Dean watched as the corners of Cas' mouth pulled slightly, it wasn't quite a smile but it was close enough.

"How did you like you shower then."

"It was, nice, relaxing."

"But," Dean coaxed him, he could tell there was something else.

"I kept dropping the soap." Dean could not control his laughter even if he wanted too.

The sound of Dean's laugh gave Cas that same feeling in his stomach it just won't go away. The situation was just too good for Dean not to laugh, a tear even formed in the corner of his left eye, Cas just shot his a glare but it was the first glare he ever gave, his feature were awash in amusement as he watched Dean hunter smile.

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