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Sam and Dean just got back from Their latest hunt. Both of the boys were absolutely coated from head to toe with monster guts.
It was like a crossover episode with how many different monsters showed up. There were two werewolves, three vamps, and for some reason, a wraith.
It's truly a miracle the boys got out alive at all. “Dude.. you gotta take a shower man, you reek.” Dean looked over to Sam and rolled his eyes “Well look in a mirror, man!”
Sam turned to have a proper conversation with his brother. “Okay I don't know what you're picking a fight over, dean, but I'm way too tired to deal with it right now so just go take a shower, okay?”
Dean looked up from the machete he was halfheartedly cleaning on the table before sighing. “Look, I'm sorry. You're right, I just… I don't know… this whole thing with Cas being gone all week I dunno I guess… I'm gettin worried, man. It's stupid.”
Sam’s look and tone softened at this. “You know cas… he just does that sometimes. That's just Cas bein’ Cas. I'm sure he's alright.” Sam didn't believe a word he was saying, and truthfully neither did Dean, but he had to at least pretend, otherwise he'd go crazy. “Yeah.. yeah you're probably right.”
Sam smiled a bit. “Jerk…” Dean smiled too. “Bitch.''
Dean set the machete down with a metallic thud, the microfiber towel fell with it, and so Dean left to go shower. Sam didn't have to point it out like that, but he was right. Dean was fuckin filthy.
However, lucky for him, a change of clothes and a dangerously hot shower would fix him up quick. Well, not all of him actually. Dean was pretty sure his leg was broken but he tried his best not to show it since he couldn't have Sam worrying about him, or worse, taking him to the hospital.
He could probably just walk it off anyways. He would rather die to a rusty nail in the back then be laid up for months on end in a dumb itchy cast.
So he struggled through it and hobbled off to the shower. He pulled back the curtain and turned the knob to the hottest he could without searing his skin off.
The water cascaded down from the newer showerhead they put in, it was removable cuz, well, why not. Dean undressed slowly due to how surprisingly difficult it was to get his clothing off while injured.
Usually this isn't a problem for him, but usually they have less enemies and more help killing them. When he did finally get his reddish brown, blood-soaked, t-shirt and blue levi jeans off of his tattered frame, he threw them to the other side of the bathroom and FINALLY stepped into the nice warm shower.
He grabbed the coconut scented shampoo and lathered it in his hands before rubbing it into his hair and washing it back out. After that he repeated the same action again.
You don't just rinse your hair once after being soaked in guts. He did the conditioner the same way and rinsed it again. Twice. He still didn't feel clean but after he rinsed and scrubbed his body, it was a little better.
Once he felt as less gross as he could get, he turned the knob back down and the raining fire stopped. He stepped out of the comforting shower into the stone-cold stagnant air. As quick as he could he grabbed the fluffy black towel off the wooden towel hook on the wall near the shower.
He dried off enough and he wrapped it around his waist. He stepped out of the bathroom and booked it to his room. Well, he tried, his bum leg kinda made that difficult though. As soon as he got to his destination, he opened the door and went right in, glad to be back into the safety and comfort of his own bedroom instead of a motel.
He grabbed some clothes to change into but as soon as he did, he heard a whoosh and looked around only to find an angel of the lord standing directly behind him. “Cas!?” He exclaimed. He was shocked and happy and confused and really pissed all at the same time, and he was damn well ready to voice these emotions, but then he realized... Cas was standing behind him. Close behind him. And he hadn't put on any clothes yet. Which meant there was only a thin towel between him and his best friend.
“Hello, dean.” Dean went to respond to him, but the words got caught in his throat. “C-Hey, cas!” his face was red, he could feel it. But nonetheless he turned around to see Cas, his best friend, nothing more. While he was turning over, his hip ‘accidently’ brushed up against cas, but he didn't seem to notice, or if he did he didn't show it.
Dean was now face to face with Castiel, his arms against the end of his bed, holding him upright. “Cas, where the fuck were you?” He tried to sound angry, but he couldn't really pack out as much heat as he wanted to. He was more relieved than anything. He just wanted his friend back…
“i- Dean- it's complicated…” “complicated? It's complicated. That's really all you've got for me? Do you have ANY fuckin IDEA HOW GOD DAMN WORRIED I WAS MAN!? I DIDN’T KNOW IF YOU WERE DEAD OR KIDNAPPED OR JUST FUCKIN RAN OUT ON US! I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE THE HELL YOU WERE!” Dean started to tear up against his will and he tried hard to fight back the waterworks, but he just couldn't. He burst out crying.
“Cas… You can't just leave me like that… I… Cas, we need you here. Don’t fuckin do that shit man… don’t.” Cas never showed much emotion, but he was clearly distraught. “Dean… I'm so sorry… I'm sorry.” Cas started to cry, himself. “I'm sorry.”