Okay, so maybe bed sheets were harder to change than Cas had anticipated. He spent an hour fighting with his sheets, finally yanking them off of the mattress. He may or may not have ripped them. No one would find out. Hopefully. He dragged the sheets down to the wash room and pulled Dean's out of the washing machine once the cycle had finished. There were some powders and gels on the side. Relying on his common sense, he threw the sheets into the machine, and then squirted a ton of liquid in with the clothing. He took another half an hour trying to get the machine to work, but finally managed to get it to do something. He hoped he had done it right. Yawning, he walked back to the library, and started the next season of Game Of Thrones. Sam and Dean could catch up when they got back.
The cycle finally finished 2 episodes later and luckily for Cas, he seemed to have put it on the right setting. And he was sure that it was completely normal for the floor to be covered in soapy suds. Treading carefully, he retrieved his sweet smelling sheets, and made the trip back to his room. Glaring at the bed, he launched himself into the task.
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*Dean*
The hunt cleared up relatively quickly; they finished up that night. The vamp was going it alone, so there was no nest to clean up, and it was a simple task of beheading it and burying it. Better to leave no evidence. On the contrary, the vamp had left plenty of evidence. It was almost... Too easy. But right now, Dean didn't want to dwell on this. He just wanted to celebrate their easy win with alcohol. Lots of alcohol. With luck, the two of them would be back in the bunker that very night, doing exactly that. Dean nodded to Sam, who was currently wiping down their machete, and put the pedal to the metal, Bon Jovi raring to life.
They got back in record time: Baby had done him proud. It wasn't quite dark yet, but nighttime was beginning to set in. That was the thing with summer time; it got dark relatively late. Dean killed the engine as Sam unlocked the bunker. Following Sam in, he found his brother stood by the television. Looks like Cas had been busy, he'd watched a couple more Game Of Thrones episodes. Cas himself wasn't around, so Dean guessed he would be in his room, which was only a corridor away. Dean grabbed a couple of beers straight from the fridge, and jogged over to his room. He was about to knock when he heard some noises coming from behind the door. Bedsprings. And was that... Cas, groaning? The smile slipped from Dean's face, and he backed away slowly. Oh. OH. There was less of a spring in his step as he made his way back to the library. Sure, he had suggested that Cas should get some action, and the guy deserved it... Why did he feel so disappointed? He rounded the corner to the library, and Sam spied him from the sofa.
"I figured that Cas wouldn't mind rewatching the epi- what's up? Where's Cas?" Sam asked, confused.
"Cas is... You know." Dean replied, sitting beside Sam. Now that he knew the sounds were there, he could faintly hear them. He really tried to ignore it, but it seemed to be so loud all of a sudden. "Just turn it on."
Sam shrugged, and clicked play.
Dean tried to pay attention to the next half an hour, but he couldn't take his mind off of Cas. Who was she? What happened? Where did they meet? They heard some footsteps behind them on the laminate, and Sam and Dean swivelled to see Cas stumble into the room. His hair was dishevelled, and his clothes looked haphazardly throw on. Dean closed his eyes for a second, and then opened them, preparing himself. Why he even needed to prepare himself, he didn't know. He'd been all kinds of crazy lately.
"Dean... Can you help me? I think it will work better with you."
