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So I've had a few requests for angst but since I've got five shifts at work in a row starting today and this is my 'happy place' when I'm sad or exhausted, I'm probably going to put it off for a while.
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157. Shower
The sound of the shower near their bedroom turning on roused Castiel from the book he was reading. Frowning at the fact that Dean was having a shower and not inviting him, Castiel set his book aside and trudged down the hall to the bathroom, where he slipped inside. Dean's clothes were scattered on the floor and Castiel could see his distorted body behind the glass door. Quietly stripping and dumping his clothes on the ground, Castiel opened the door and slid into the shower.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean exclaimed, jumping. "Cas! What the hell, man?"
"You were having a shower without me," Castiel said, stepping under the spray to wet his hair. "I was offended."
Dean snorted.
"You're so clingy, angel," he said, bending down to pick up the shampoo bottle. Castiel smiled, closed his eyes and let Dean lather the shampoo into his hair, his fingers massaging Castiel's scalp. He wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and leaned into him, relishing in the feel of their wet bodies moulding together, and he happily reciprocated when Dean pressed his lips to Castiel's.
"That may be so," Castiel said, stepping back to rinse his hair. "But I enjoy showering with you, so I don't care."