We don't need no pants... (Dean/Castiel - SPN Ficlet)
Title: Dean Winchester does not have a superhero boyfriend...
Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam
Warning: None
Note: A continuation of Dean Winchester does not have a superhero boyfriend...
It’s not that Sam wasn’t used to people wandering around the apartment in some article of Dean’s clothes or another.
He’d on more than one occasion bumped into Lisa, clad in one of Dean’s t shirt (and rarely much else) while trying to get to the bathroom some mornings.
Or Aaron who’d shuffled around the kitchen in too long pajama pants while making obscene amounts of bacon for breakfast, whenever he stayed over.
It’s just…this time was different.
Mainly because the guy grumpily staring down the coffee pot had huge wings that took up most of the space in the Winchester’s tiny galley kitchen. Giant, dark wings that rivaled the ones of the angel plastered all over the Led Zeppelin boxer shorts he was currently wearing.
"Ummm." Sam said weakly when his brain failed to supply anything better.
The unexpected noise in the early morning quiet had the other man whipping around, eyes wide and wings ruffling in surprise. The sudden movement causing the coffee pot to tip onto the floor with a shatter of glass and splatter of liquid.
"Shit. Shit. Sorry!" Sam offered while scrambling to pull the broom out from beside the fridge.
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A loud crash jarred Dean out of sleep and had him grabbing the nearest article of clothes as he stumbled out of the room and toward the noise.
"Cas! What the hell are…" Dean pulled up short upon noticing his missing bedmate standing in the kitchen’s entry while his brother’s gigantor stature popped up from behind the breakfast bar.
"What…I thought you were supposed…what the fuck is wrong with this goddammed thing!?" Dean growled as he struggled with the shirt he belatedly realized was Castiel’s as his arm slipped through a hole made for wings.
His loud expletive filled entrance had both men’s attention snapping to him.
"Morning, Dean."
"Oh my God, Dean, put on some pants!"
"You’re not even supposed to be here, Sammy! I thought you were at Sarah’s." Dean countered, groaning in relief when the shirt was righted. "Finally, fuck.”
"She had a client that wanted to meet early at the gallery so I came home." Sam said, hand clasped tight over his eyes.
"You can put your hand down dumbass. Your delicate eyes are safe." Dean huffed and tried not to smile too wide when Castiel’s right wing stretched out, covering his lower half, feathers skimming over his thigh in the process.
It wasn’t until his brother actually moved his hand, that Dean realized the levity of the situation.
He was standing half naked in front of Sam and Castiel.
Castiel, who Dean hadn’t told his brother about. Well, at least not this.
Shit.
“I accidentally broke the coffee pot.” Castiel explained, cutting through the awkward silence as he met Dean’s gaze. “I’ll replace it, of course.”
"It’s fine." Dean returned Castiel’s small, flustered smile with a sleepy one of his own.
*Hrrrhmm* Sam’s loud throat clearing brought Dean back to the pressing matter at hand.
"Alright, Dammit." Dean sighed, waving a hand between the two men. "Cas, this is my overgrown little brother, Sam. Sammy this is…"
"Cas. Yeah, Dean I already introduced myself to your boyfriend while I was helping him clean up. Now if you don’t mind I’m gonna head to Trickster’s for coffee. Please, please have some pants on by the time I get back.”
Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam
Warning: None
Note: A continuation of Dean Winchester does not have a superhero boyfriend...
It’s not that Sam wasn’t used to people wandering around the apartment in some article of Dean’s clothes or another.
He’d on more than one occasion bumped into Lisa, clad in one of Dean’s t shirt (and rarely much else) while trying to get to the bathroom some mornings.
Or Aaron who’d shuffled around the kitchen in too long pajama pants while making obscene amounts of bacon for breakfast, whenever he stayed over.
It’s just…this time was different.
Mainly because the guy grumpily staring down the coffee pot had huge wings that took up most of the space in the Winchester’s tiny galley kitchen. Giant, dark wings that rivaled the ones of the angel plastered all over the Led Zeppelin boxer shorts he was currently wearing.
"Ummm." Sam said weakly when his brain failed to supply anything better.
The unexpected noise in the early morning quiet had the other man whipping around, eyes wide and wings ruffling in surprise. The sudden movement causing the coffee pot to tip onto the floor with a shatter of glass and splatter of liquid.
"Shit. Shit. Sorry!" Sam offered while scrambling to pull the broom out from beside the fridge.
#####
A loud crash jarred Dean out of sleep and had him grabbing the nearest article of clothes as he stumbled out of the room and toward the noise.
"Cas! What the hell are…" Dean pulled up short upon noticing his missing bedmate standing in the kitchen’s entry while his brother’s gigantor stature popped up from behind the breakfast bar.
"What…I thought you were supposed…what the fuck is wrong with this goddammed thing!?" Dean growled as he struggled with the shirt he belatedly realized was Castiel’s as his arm slipped through a hole made for wings.
His loud expletive filled entrance had both men’s attention snapping to him.
"Morning, Dean."
"Oh my God, Dean, put on some pants!"
"You’re not even supposed to be here, Sammy! I thought you were at Sarah’s." Dean countered, groaning in relief when the shirt was righted. "Finally, fuck.”
"She had a client that wanted to meet early at the gallery so I came home." Sam said, hand clasped tight over his eyes.
"You can put your hand down dumbass. Your delicate eyes are safe." Dean huffed and tried not to smile too wide when Castiel’s right wing stretched out, covering his lower half, feathers skimming over his thigh in the process.
It wasn’t until his brother actually moved his hand, that Dean realized the levity of the situation.
He was standing half naked in front of Sam and Castiel.
Castiel, who Dean hadn’t told his brother about. Well, at least not this.
Shit.
“I accidentally broke the coffee pot.” Castiel explained, cutting through the awkward silence as he met Dean’s gaze. “I’ll replace it, of course.”
"It’s fine." Dean returned Castiel’s small, flustered smile with a sleepy one of his own.
*Hrrrhmm* Sam’s loud throat clearing brought Dean back to the pressing matter at hand.
"Alright, Dammit." Dean sighed, waving a hand between the two men. "Cas, this is my overgrown little brother, Sam. Sammy this is…"
"Cas. Yeah, Dean I already introduced myself to your boyfriend while I was helping him clean up. Now if you don’t mind I’m gonna head to Trickster’s for coffee. Please, please have some pants on by the time I get back.”