Destiel One Shots

Dignity, Pillows, IMAX and Climax

It was cold in the bunker, the tiled floors were not particularly pleasant to walk on and since I couldn't find slippers I presumed it best to run about to avoid getting too cold.

I was on my way to the showers. Although meant for communal uses, the brothers had a lock fitted so we'd know if it was in use to not worry about being walked in on in otherwise compromising or embarrassing situations.

Experience has told me to lock it now. However I'm not sure Dean cared much when I didn't then.

At the time I made the fatuous assumption that I would be the only one walking about the bunkers corridors at this time of morning.

"Woah, fuck! Cas!" Sam cried out as he turned the corner and wandered directly into me. Sam turned scarlet red after he'd come into some form of contact with my bare upper body. I stepped back and held onto the loosely hanging towel around my hips.

"I'm sorry," was all I could think of to reply. I was just staring up at him, squinting and titling my head to one side.

He shifted his weight a little from side to side. "It's fine."

"What are you doing up at 5am? You set your alarm for half six and then go get coffee..."

"Thanks, stalker, I know." Sam looked skeptically at me. Judging me on how I knew his timetable when it wasn't really anything difficult to figure out. "But I couldn't get back to sleep so I figured I'd go for a run. That's not a crime, Cas."

"My apologies. I was merely making light conversation, not to interrogate your motives."

Sam huffed out a sigh, a tired smile across his thin lips, before he walked past me, patting my shoulder once.

Then I went into the shower room. Unfortunately I was so lost in my thoughts after Sam's sleepy indistinctness and the events of the following month that would come to pass, namely Christmas, that I forgot to lock the door. This, as you could imagine, led to not the most comfortable of circumstances.

I was drowsy with insomnia at this point in time, being human was not everything I'd hoped. But it was better than being an angel in other ways; for instance: emotions.

This did not go in my favour once again due to the unlocked door that, if opened by either Winchester, would expose them to the side profile of my naked and soapy wet body. The steamy, hot water would be all around my, slipping down my skin, seeping through my curled hair.

I hung the towel up and stepped under one of the shower heads, turning it on and forgetting that it was completely freezing for a moment before warming up immediately after.

Yelping, I stumbled back, now completely woken up, before testing the water again with my wrist. Much warmer.

I stood under there for a couple of minutes, contemplating life; mostly how clever bees are, how I could no longer taste the molecules but just pure, sweet honey, and how I regretted turning up in front of Dean covered in bees. I felt a twinge inside of my that was uncomfortable and awkward feeling - I believe it to be what humans call a cringe attack - at the memory.

I tilted my head back and let the water rush over my face, my lips slightly apart as I ran my hands back through my hair. Dean had bought me a body and hair wash which said he highly recommended. They smelt very nice, and I trusted Dean's judgement, before pouring some of the gel for my hair in my hand.