It's been a long time since any of the three boys have been back at the bunker. Their last hunt had been exhausting. Sam had fractured his leg, and even Cas, who was normally over-cautious about everything, had acquired a nasty looking gash across his face. Dean had somehow gotten away mostly unscathed.
The aforementioned older hunter now sat beside his brother, holding a roll of bandages in one hand, and an ice pack in the other, while Cas sat in front of a mirror, pulling small shards of glass out of his forehead.
With a frustrated groan, Castiel sets down the tweezers and stands up. "I'm going to take a shower, I can't stand another minute of this." He announces.
"You remember how to work the shower, Cas?" Sam asks, wincing as Dean begins to wrap the bandage around his hand; which had been cut open by the same glass Cas had in his forehead.
Cas nods, wiping his bloody hands on his pants. "Yes, I remember." He begins to make his way to the bathroom, but stops and turns around again. Aiming his question at Dean, he asks, "Would you mind if I borrow some of your clothes?"
Pulling Sam's bandage tight with his teeth, Dean shakes his head. He hopes they'll fit him alright.
*****
Dean hands Sam a stack of books to read. The younger Winchester has his leg propped up on pillows and bandaged up as well as they could manage for the time being. "Just yell if you need anything else."
He walks down the hall to his own room, stretching out his arms behind his back. 'I wonder if Cas is finished with the shower...' He thinks, instead turning towards the bunker's bathroom. Even though he didn't sustain any serious injuries, he still feels gross and sweaty from the hunt.
"Cas?" He calls, trying the door. It's unlocked. He peers inside, feeling the heat from the shower. The mirrors are fogged up, and the whole bathroom smells like shampoo. Clearly, Cas hasn't left yet. Dean goes ahead anyways, sneaking up to the shower, wiping a patch of the window clean and looking in. He gasps, eyes growing wide.
Dean can see Cas' tanned back, muscular and perfect. But that's not what the hunter can't keep his eyes from; huge scars rip down his back, from shoulder blades to his hips, deep and ragged.
Unfortunately for Dean, even over the sound of the running water, Castiel hears that small intake of air. He turns and looks directly at him, Dean, frozen where he stands, unable to move out of embarrassment. He begins to explain himself, but Cas only laughs and says, "You came to take a shower right? Sorry I took so long, it's just that this is all so new to me... A few months ago, I could snap and be clean."
Carefully, Dean opens one eye to look back at Cas. Wait... "Cas, uh, why are you wearing your boxers?" He hadn't noticed it before, but the fallen angel had kept his underwear on while he showered.
"Aren't you supposed to wear them?" Castiel asks, tipping his head to the side.
Dean is afraid if he answers him, he'll take them off, so instead, he quickly changes the subject. "I um, came to ask if you had a towel."
Cas nods. "And I also found clothes that will fit me." They fall into an awkward silence where Dean tries to inconspicuously leave the room.
"Dean," Cas calls, "Why don't you share the shower with me? Maybe you can help me pull this piece of glass from my cheek? I can't seem to get it out."
His brain begins working quickly. Sam is in his room halfway across the bunker, bedridden unless someone helps him up. Cas is wearing boxers. It's not weird if they both have clothing on right? Guys do that all the time at swimming pools and shit... Plus he needs to take a shower anyways; why not conserve water? He sighs in resignation and removes his boots. "Alright. But if anyone asks, this never happened." He strips down to his own boxers and hesitantly opens the shower door. "Where's this piece of glass you're talking about?"
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Blood and Water
FanfictionDestiel Fic; Team Free will returns from a hunt a little worse for wear. Dean and Cas take advantage of Sam being bedridden. Hurt!Cas, Human!Cas, Bunker!Fic (S9), Shower!Fic. Destiel oneshot fluff. Teensy bit of angst. Originally posted on tumblr fo...