The Angel and The Righteous Man {Destiel- DeanxCastiel}

Chapter 14: Movie marathon

Sam lumbered down the stairs, his boots slapping against the steps. "Got it," he exclaimed with a bright smile. He held a full grocery bag and case of beer aloft in triumph.

"About time," Dean grumbled with a grin.

"Seeing as we don't really have anything going on today, and I already went for my morning run... wanna just have a marathon all day?!" Sam asked, clearly excited at the prospect.

"What is a marathon?" I asked, tilting my head as I looked at Sam.

Dean snickered and answered me, "It means watch a bunch of movies in a row."

I nodded my understanding, turning back to Sam. "I was only going to finish reading, so I would be interested in this marathon."

Sam raised his eyebrows and looked between Dean and I. "I figured you would have been mostly finished by the time I got back... I was gone almost 2 hours." He eyed us again suspiciously, but with a hint of humour in his brown eyes. "It appears you used your alone time wisely."

Dean shifted beside me and I turned to see him blushing and looking away. Sam laughed, satisfied with the reaction Dean had given him. Dean turned sharply to glare at him. "Well, if we're marathoning... I'm going to get into my pjs," Sam said as he headed to his room.

"Bitch," I heard Dean sneer.

"I heard that, Jerk." Sam yelled down the hall. Dean just rolled his eyes as he got off the couch, heading to his room too. I rose from my seat on the couch to follow him. We got into the room, and Dean closed the door behind me. He gave me the once over.

"Cas, we've got to get you out of those clothes. Don't you ever get sick of always wearing the same thing?" He asked me.

I cocked my head, "Why would I? And why would you want to get me out of these clothes?" I asked him seriously. He blushed at that, and I tilted my head a little further, not understanding the reaction.

"Oh nevermind. Take your clothes off," he instructed, turning to his dresser.

I did as I was told, stripping off my trench coat, folding it and setting it on my chair beside the bed. I moved onto the jacket and dress shirt, unbuttoning it quickly. I'm getting good at this. I pulled the tie over my head and peeled the layers off of my body. I loosened my belt and slipped it out of its loops. Unbuttoning my pants and letting them fall to the ground, I stepped out of them just as Dean turned around, two pairs of plaid pj pants and two soft tshirts in his hands.

His eyes widened and his face flushed red, "Whoa, Cas!" He stammered, averting his eyes. "You could have waited until I left the room!"

"Why? You told me to take my clothes off," I stated, confused.

His eyes crawled back across the wall to fall on my face. They slowly moved down as he assessed my body, the blush on his face deepening. "Is something wrong Dean?" I asked him, looking down to see what he was staring at.

"Definitely not," he whispered, meeting my eyes. I frowned a little. Then why is he looking at me like that?

He took a shaky breath and held the pjs out to me, "Here, put these on."

I nodded, accepting the bundle from him. He watched as I pulled the plaid pj pants up my legs. They were a little big, hanging low on my hips and revealing my jutting hip bones. I heard Dean gulp loudly, and looked up to see he was still watching me, his eyes on my hips. He licked his lips, pinching the lower one between his teeth. He tore his gaze away as I slipped the soft fabric of the tshirt over my head. I felt my hair standing on end and reached up to fix it, but Dean caught my hand and lowered it back down to my side. He reached up and ran his fingers through the strands, straightening my hair. I let out a sort purr, enjoying the feeling of his hand in my hair.