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44. Clothes
The sound of his cell phone ringing roused Dean from his trance. He groaned and buried his face deeper in Cas' hair, inhaling the faint scent of his angel's apple and coconut shampoo.
"Go away!" he growled at the phone. Cas stirred next to him, still sweaty from their recent activities.
"What's going on?" he mumbled. Groaning, Dean fumbled around for the phone, answered it without looking and raised it to his ear.
"What?" he snarled.
"Hello to you too," Sam said snarkily. "Glad you finally decided to pick up the phone. Listen, I finished questioning that guy in Gillette hours ago. We were right – he did know where the girl was buried. I'm about ten minutes away and then we'll go salt and burn her body. And for the love of God, you'd better be decent!"
The phone went dead. Dean stared at his phone in alarm, ignoring the five missed calls he had from Sam, and then he sprang into action.
"What's going on, Dean?" Cas complained.
"Sam's coming! Hurry up and get dressed!" Dean barked, grabbing random clothes from the floor and throwing them at Cas. Would've been damn nice of Sam to give them more warning! Cas' eyes widened and he began to pull on his clothes quickly. With their credit cards practically stretched to the max, the trio had only been able to afford one room and Sam had very quickly laid down a very strict 'nothing below the neck' rule. So when he'd gone to interview a guy a few hours away who they suspected knew something, Dean and Cas had taken advantage of the privacy to have a little fun. And now they were going to pay the price!
Dean nearly sagged in relief when he managed to pull his shirt on just as Sam pulled up outside but then he frowned. Something didn't feel right…
"You'd better be decent or I'm kicking you two out on the streets!" Sam called. A moment later, the doorknob rattled and the door swung open. Sam strode inside, opening his mouth to say something, but froze and just stared at Dean and Cas.
"What?" Dean snapped. Sam snorted roughly and then began to double over with laughter, tears streaming down his face. Dean scowled. What was so funny?
"Dean?" Cas said quietly. "I think I may know why Sam is laughing…"
Dean turned to face Cas and then did a double take, his mouth falling open. What the hell?
"Son of a bitch!" he swore. In his haste to get them dressed before Sam returned, Dean had thrown the wrong clothes at Cas! An uncomfortable-looking Cas was wearing his AC/DC T-shirt and jeans and Dean realised why he felt so wrong when he looked down and saw Cas' black slacks and blue polo shirt on himself.
"I – I can't believe –" Sam sank down onto the ground, howling with laughter.
"Laugh it up, bitch," Dean glared.
"This is priceless!" Sam hiccupped. He pulled out his phone and Dean immediately lunged at him, intent on stopping him, but he was too late to stop his younger brother from taking a picture.
"Delete it!" Dean ordered. Sam shook his head weakly, still laughing.
"I – I gotta – I'll be back later – Rose and Charlie –!" The moose clambered unsteadily to his feet and staggered outside, the door slamming shut behind him. Dean could hear his laughter all the way to the car.
"Dean? Are you angry?" Cas said after a moment of tense silence. Dean took another look at his angel in jeans and a T-shirt and then, his lips twitching, shook his head. A guffaw broke free and then Dean had collapsed back on the bed, laughing just as hard as Sam had been. Cas smiled.
"We had better get changed," he said. "Your jeans don't fit me. They feel uncomfortable."
Dean resisted the urge to help Cas undress, knowing that it would just lead to another session of bed-rocking that they didn't have time for now that Sam was back in town. Although Dean wasn't averse to texting Sam and telling him to stay away for a few hours…