My only angel (Destiel)

Chapter 1: New shirt

"Dude, you're going to have to get a new shirt" Sam said, eyeing the bloodstains on Castiel's front. Cas tilted his head sideways and looked down.

"Why?" He asked.

"I don't think poor Lauren is going to enjoy an interview from a man coated in blood." Sam sighed.

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache come on. This case was driving him crazy and he had a lot of papers to go through. Dean had gone of somewhere leaving Sam with Cas who kept asking annoying questions.

"I can see how it would cause her distress." Cas said, rubbing the dried blood with his thumb.

Dean unlocked the door and slammed it behind him, clearly in a huff about something.

"Lauren has decided to do the interview today. Some family thing she has to go to tomorrow." Dean explained.

"Ok. Did you arrange a time?" Sam asked in his calmest voice.

"Yeah. Cas and I have to be there in ten damn minutes." Dean said angrily.

"You two better get going. Make sure to buy Cas a new shirt on the way." Sam said, flicking through his papers.

"No time. (Dean turned to Cas) You can borrow one of mine. We're about the same size." Dean said.

"Thank you Dean, I appreciate it." Cas replied.

Dean went over to his pile of stuff and started throwing clothes into the air, desperately looking for a plain white shirt. He wanted to get this over and done with. That Lauren girl freaked him out.

"Urgh that stinks." Sam groaned as he caught a flying shirt.

"It's the smell of a man Sammy." Dean replied cockily, grinning from ear to ear.

Sam scoffed and threw the shirt back at Dean.

"Ah ha!" Dean said proudly, producing the shirt he was looking for.

He handed it to his best friend, Cas.

"Is that a sauce stain?" Sam pointed out.

"BBQ sauce from...Texas I think." Dean said.

"Look you two have to get going. Cas, quickly change in the bathroom." Sam directed.

"Ok. Once again, thank you Dean." Cas said.

"No big deal man." Dean replied.

It wasn't long before they heard Cas' voice from inside the tiny bathroom.

"I seem to have a problem!" He called desperately.

"Bet he fell in the shower." Dean whispered to Sam.

"What is it?" Sam called, ignoring his immature big brother.

"I have tangled myself up in my tie." Cas replied.

"Go help him Dean, I need to go through all this stuff." Sam snapped.

Dean sighed and got up, promising himself he would find a way to get Sam back.

"Are you decent?" Dean called through the door.

"I don't understand..." Cas' confused voice replied.

"Are you wearing clothes?" Dean sighed, shaking his head.

"Yes." Cas replied.

Dean pushed the door open and almost fell over laughing. He clutched his sides and lent against the sink, wiping away the tears. Castiel had one hand tied to the shower and the other tied to his head.

"How on Earth did you manage this?" Dean panted, regaining his posture.

"I don't know Dean. Please help me!" Cas pleaded.

"Fine." Dean said.

He stepped closer to Cas, invading what he had taught him was personal space. His heart started racing as he felt Cas' warm breath tickle his cheek. He looked into those desperate blue eyes and felt his knees go weak. His fingers were trembling slightly as he released Cas' hand from the rotten shower. He then untied his other hand from his face. Deans hand brushed Cas' face and Cas turned a violent shade of pink.

"Can I try something?" Dean asked, his voice wavering.

"Ok..." Cas allowed, even though he was totally confused.

Castiel tilted his head sideways and Dean tied the tie around his eyes.

"I don't understand Dean." Cas said.

"I think you're going to like it." Dean whispered.

"Why would I like not being able to see?" Cas asked.

Dean closed his eyes and kissed Cas, shutting him up. He could Cas freeze up, but eventually he relaxed and opened his mouth slightly.

"What the hell guys." Sam said.