A/N I hope this turned out okay. I've had little to no sleep and I feel terrible. Enjoy!

"Are you kidding me?" Castiel whispered under his breath. Can this thing go any slower? Every week there was one day when Castiel did his laundry at the local Laundromat.

Usually he chose the day with only morning classes so after school, he could just pick up his laundry and bring it to the Laundromat. Last week he didn't have any time and this week was no different. He had piles of homework waiting for him in his dorm room as the exams were coming up.

Today he had no choice but doing his laundry, he was running out of clean clothes. He noticed more people had the same issue, because there were a lot of people the Laundromat, every washing machine was occupied. People were even waiting in line, it usually wasn't busy at all.

20 minutes left, the red letters on the washing machine told Castiel. What did he expect? He just put it in. The woman next to him, grabbed her clothes out of the machine, put in a basket and walked away. The scent of fresh laundry hit him as she walked past him.

A man quickly took her place and opened the flap on top of the machine. Castiel studied him, he had nothing better to do anyways. The man was a bit taller than him with big defined muscle you could clearly see through the black T-shirt he was wearing. Castiel's eyes roamed his heavenly body and ended up looking at his face.

The first thing he noticed were his eyes. They were the greenest green he has ever seen, they were beautiful. The man had freckles littering his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He had a strong, defined jaw. His jaw was really sharp, like he could cut something with it.

Conclusion: the guy looked perfect. Castiel has never seen someone as beautiful as him.

The man looked up and winked at Castiel, making his head go crimson. Castiel looked around awkwardly when he noticed the now empty large couch in the middle of the room. He quickly walked over and sat down, fidgeting with his fingers. He stared at his shoes as he reminded himself of the homework he still had to do at some point. He would do it right away when he was home, no distractions this time.

He felt the couch dip and looked up, seeing the man from before sitting right next to him.

"Dean." The stranger smiled and Castiel nodded.

"Castiel." Dean smile grew larger at that.

Castiel felt like that introduction changed everything. They talked and talked about everything and nothing at all. From favorite color to dreams and goals in life. They talked about college and their families and it was like the world around them disappeared, as cliché as it may sound. Castiel learned that Dean was also going to his college, he was majoring in Law and he slept in a different dorm. That's why Castiel didn't know him. He also learned Dean had a little brother who was a few years younger and still in high school. He liked getting to know the beautiful stranger more. It was like unraveling an intoxicating mystery. He just wanted to know more until he knew everything. In a non-creepy way.

Dean learned Castiel came from a big family. They were kind, but strict and Castiel, being the rebellious teen, was always in a lot of trouble. Mostly for skipping church as his parents were religious, but he wasn't. Castiel had two older brothers and a little sister. His sister, Anna, was a bit younger than Sammy, only 13 years old.

Dean would like to meet his family one day, but he knows he would never have the chance.

The minutes passed and soon their time was up. Far too soon for Castiel's liking. But he knew he was in a hurry so he had no choice, but to get up and go home.

Castiel looked at his watch and his eyes widened. They had been talking for over an hour.

Shit.

Castiel quickly stood up and rushed over to the washing machines against the wall. He slammed on the flap making it open itself and grabbed his clothes, throwing them in his bag.

He opened the door, yelling a quick "Bye" to Dean and ran outside.

He barely noticed the rain drops hitting his face as he sped down the street, trying to dodge the people passing him by.

Castiel entered his dorm room and felt the raindrops falling from his face to his neck, zigzagging their way through his shirt.

He decided to throw some different clothes on before studying or he might catch a cold.

He rummages through the bag, spotting unfamiliar clothes. Where were his clothes? These were definitely bigger than his own. He took a few pieces of clothing out of his bag and inspected them. There sure was a lot of plaid in there.

He saw a blue jeans and took it out, feeling their pockets. His fingers touched a papery mass. Castiel carefully folded his hand around the paper and wriggled it out of the pocket. He gently unfolded the paper and saw it was a receipt.

He could just decipher the words, his face paling when he saw the name of the credit card.

Dean Winchester.

Dean stared at the door for a minute after Castiel hurried away. He wished Castiel at least gave him his number. Truth be told, Dean was already crushing on him. Which is ridiculous, they just met. Dean couldn't help it, it just clicked. Dean wasn't even sure if he was into guys, for all he know Castiel could be straight as a ruler.

Dean was Bisexual himself and it had taken him a long time to accept it, know that he finally did he was happier than ever.

Dean sighed and walked over to the washing machine he had used to gather his clothes and go back to the dorms.

He opened the lid by pressing on it, Dean furrowed his eyebrows. Wait, this one was mine right?
Dean saw the small crack on the lit, signaling this one was definitely his. Where are my clothes? Dean started to panic, not knowing what to do.

What if…

Dean walked a few steps to the left and opened the washing machine Castiel had used. He saw the freshly washed clothes of Castiel laying in the machine and it hit him.

Castiel accidently stole my clothes.

Dean picked up the clothes and placed it the big, white laundry basket he had brought along.

He would just stop his dorm room and head towards Castiel's. Dean pushed the door and walked outside, not remotely prepared for the big gust. He almost fell over, but he could catch himself just in time.

He scowled and walked to his dorm room, perfect timing for his car to break. His baby was now at the garage, forcing Dean to walk in this storm.

Dean arrived at his room and opened the door, walking inside. He grabbed a towel, trying to dry his hair. His plan was to fetch his clothes at Castiel's right away. Suddenly an idea popped into his head.

He walked outside of the room and knocked on the door opposite of him. "Charlie?" Dean shouted, knocking harder on the door. He felt the wood shake under his fists.

The door opened, in the door opening stood a small redhead with an amused smirk on her face. "You look like a wet cat." She said.

"Can I borrow your car?" Dean asked, he pouted trying to make the best puppy face. "Why?"

"Because an incredible hot guy accidently stole all of my clothes at the Laundromat." Dean replied, hoping Charlie would understand and just lend him the damn car.

"Hot? Yeah, you can borrow my car." Charlie said with a wink. "But not like that."

She pointed at the wet clothes that clung to Dean's body.

"Fine, I'll put something else on. Can I borrow your car now?" Dean said impatiently, his foot tapping the ground in a made up beat.

"Sure." Charlie handed him the keys after searching for a while and closed the door again.

Dean walked into his room again and inspected Castiel's clothes in his basket. He found an ACDC shirt that's probably loose on Castiel, but just right on him. He also found some sweat pants and settled for this outfit.

Once he was outside, he ran to Charlie's car and started the engine.

Castiel was really freaking cold right now. His clothes were still wet and he had no spare clothes in his room. He didn't own that much clothes anyways.

He eyed the bag, before making a rash decision. He zipped the bag open and took out the clothes that were inside.

Castiel grabbed a plain gray shirt, that was very loose on his slim form. He also grabbed a dark denim jeans, that hung low on his hips. He looked at himself in the mirror, deciding he actually didn't look that bad.

He was broken out of his thoughts by a faint knock on his door. As soon as he opened the door, he wanted to close it again, ignoring the person in front of his.
He felt his cheeks heating up and he knew he was blushing. How was he going to explain this?

He stared at Dean, eying the shirt that clung to his upper half. That shirt felt familiar. Then it hit Castiel, his eyes widening a bit. That was his shirt!

Dean admired Castiel's body. Damn, he looks hot in my clothes.

He noticed Castiel was watching him, so he awkwardly scratched his neck and asked if he could come in.

Castiel opened the door a bit wider and let Dean pass him, then closed the door and walks in himself.

"I got your clothes." Dean said with a small smile, nodding at the laundry basket that now sat on top of the table in front of them.

"Thank you, and I'm so sorry for stealing your clothes." Castiel said with an apologetic smile.

"It was an accident, don't worry about it." Dean said softly, then suddenly winked. "But I know how you can make it up to me."

"Oh really? How?" Castiel smirked, letting his eyes wander over Dean's body again.

"Take me out on a date and you're forgiven."