The hunter and the angel

Dean laid in his bed, listeing for Castiel. The two had an awkward moment after the bath had finished. Dean had forgotten to mention that there was only one towel for use. He had offered it to Castiel, but Cas had refused to use it. Dean had accepted the towel, but couldn't help offer it again to his friend. Cas had reluctantly taken the towel, and patted himself dry. Dean at that point had begun to leave, with a set of wandering eyes following him.

Dean chuckled to himself as he recalled Casteil's scared expression when Dean had removed the towel from his groin. Never in all his years had Dean seen someone change expressions so quickly. First Castiel looked scared, then he looked... excited. Dean smiled to himself and reached over to turn off this lamp when someone knocked at his door.

" Come in," Dean yelled rolling over on to his side.

Cas poked his head in, " Dean I'm sorry to bother you. I don't have a clean shirt, may I use one of yours?"

" Yeah, sure thing." Dean replied. He jumped up from his bed and went to rummage through his dresser for an extra shirt. When he found one, he turned to hand it to his friend. Dean was left a bit speechless at the sight of his shirtless friend. He couldn't help but stare with his mouth hung slighltly open. Cas raised his eyebrows in question to Dean's expression. Castiel grabbed the shirt from Dean's tight grasp.