Destiel one-shots.

Slip N' Slide

"Get in!"

"No!"

"Cas! You can't just ignore bathing!"

"Yes I can!"

Dean stubbed his toe on one of the doors in the hallway, groaning in aggravated pain as he yelled to Sam, "Will you get his ass to stop running!?"

"I'm trying!" Sam called in a breathy tone. Cas was fast, faster than the brothers realized before tonight. They were out hunting about two hours before. The local newspaper had been raving about a few odd disappearances, something the hunters were used to. It turned out that a group of teenagers went into the woods at night for some fun and never came back but the boys found them the next morning, passed out in a roadside ditch, covered in alcohol and mud with a small video phone at one of the hung over teenagers side that held all the evidence that it was a drunken stumble and not some Wendigo like past cases. Castiel had come along with them but decided to take a fall just like the missing kids which led them to closing the case as Cas landed in the same ditch and on the groaning teenagers, covering himself in glass, mud and booze with a little bit of blood in between. They had just arrived at a motel, one that was surprisingly larger than usual, and he started to stink, a lot. Although the motel was large, there was only two beds and clearly Dean would be stuck with Castiel snuggled up to him in the middle of the night.

"Why is he this fast!? He never works out, all he does is eat now so what the hell is up with him!?" Sam shouted back to Dean from across the hall after he took a tumble into one of the doors, trying to tackle the filthy angel. "Just wait a second, I might have an idea..." Dean hushed Sam with a hand gesture, cupping his other hand over his mouth so he didn't have to yell too loud.

"Cas! I'm not sleeping in a bed with you if you're going to smell!"

It seemed to work as they suddenly heard a thump and a splash, Sam looking the most confused but Dean nodding with a satisfied smirk as he stood up and made his way to the  small bathroom to see Castiel sitting in the tub, still fully clothed and still dirty, just staring at him. With a sigh he kneeled down at the side of the tub, taking the trench coat and shirt from Cas, making him take off his own pants and stopping him before he could remove the boxer briefs he was wearing.

"But you don't wear them when you bathe? Why must I?"

"Because I rather you be covered at the moment..." Dean made sure not to look at any lower regions, yes he was covered, but the under garments being absolutely soaked made them tightly cling to his body.

"Wait. I don't wear them when I bathe? Cas what the hell are you talking about?"

"It appears that you fall asleep in here sometimes. I can see why, it is nice, warm.. I dont understand how you can call me to you when you're asleep but you do. I've been in a bathroom while you have slept in a tub quite a few times." Dean just covered his face with a free hand at Cas' reply, scrubbing his shoulders, back and chest with a large sponge.

"Is that wrong? It seems right sometimes."

"Nah, its fine. Not like I can go back and stop it." He smiled lightly at Cas, gently cleaning his face off and occasionally glancing into his eyes and each time Castiel was looking back. They had more blue in them then the bath water he sat in if you put a damn bath bomb in. What did he mean 'It seems right sometimes'? Perhaps it meant he had some sort of feelings for the hunter just as Dean had feelings for the angel that now sat in a tub before him. Dean just continued scrubbing him down, throwing in some soap now and then and trying his best not to get it into any of his scraps or cuts. Cas settled back into the water randomly, wetting his hair and then sitting back up. The muscles in his abdomen tensed, making Dean rather flustered and red and Castiel noticed.

"I will stop now." He then stood, dripping wet and a bit wobbly on the slippery floor but that still didn't keep him from leaving the bathroom in just boxer briefs and his own skin with Dean on his tail but not for long as he slipped into the hallway. Dean didn't bother to stand, he just stayed on the floor watching Cas walk away. Sam peeked around the corner, a sandwich in his hand and a finger pointed at Dean, then at Castiel and a nod joined by a wink before laughing and leaving his brother on the floor.