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96. Robe
The worst thing about being Dean Winchester's lover, Castiel decided, was that it was difficult to tell when he was being a tease and when he was unintentionally toying with the ex-angel (although maybe it was due to Castiel's lack of knowledge about human interaction). So when Dean came to breakfast one morning in one of the bunker's grey robes and threw Castiel a wink, he didn't know whether Dean was teasing him or not.
Bu it didn't matter. All through breakfast, Castiel was distracted by the sight of Dean's firm legs and found his eyes frequently trailing up them and towards Dean's robes, where he then let out a mental sound of frustration at the damn robe blocking his view.
"Thank you for breakfast, Sam," Castiel said as soon as he had finished eating. "Come on, Dean."
He gripped Dean's upper arm tightly and dragged him through the bunker to their room. As soon as the door was shut, Castiel descended on Dean.
"I – loathe – this – robe," he hissed, tearing at the ties to undo the robe. "It conceals what is rightfully mine. That's better," he declared as he yanked the robe off his human. "No piece of clothing should ever have to touch you ever again. It should be a crime to cover up any part of this masterpiece."
"Pretty sure I'd get arrested for public indecency, Cas," Dean said cheekily, though his cheeks were stained pink. Castiel growled and shoved Dean onto the bed.
"I hate this," he spat. "I hate this power you hold over me, Dean! You only have to ask –"
He loomed over Dean as he straddled him.
"– and I will do it. I hate it – but I love it!"
Dean's smirk softened and he leaned up to give Cas a long, tender kiss.
"Trust me, angel boy," he said. "You do the exact same to me."