Who: Castiel and Dean Winchester What: Cas gets into a little hot water... When: Saturday, December 16th Where: Dean's House Status: Closed, Complete Warnings: NSFW! Nudity and Angel boners and things
Castiel appears next to the hot tub with a rustle of wings. “Hello, Dean. Are you enjoying your bath?”
Dean jerks slightly, moving to look up at Castiel and try to casually move some of the bubble closer to his chest in an attempt to keep himself covered. “It's not a bath, Cas.”
“No?” Cas glances down to where Dean is trying to cover himself... then quickly looks away, granting him that little bit of privacy. “I, um. I thought that was the term for soaking in hot water?”
He takes a moment to squint, curious, but doesn't comment on it. “I guess it sort of is...but not this kind of tub.” He looks him over, shifting a little, trying not to focus on him too much. “You wanna get in?”
Castiel looks at Dean, then away again, down at his own clothes. He shuffles a bit, tugging at the belt of his coat, but he's halfway smiling when he replies. “You don't mind?”
Dean raises a brow, watching him seem to work through it in his head before giving a half shrug, and maybe scooping some more of the bubbles to himself. “Sure. Gotta lose the clothes, though. You'd take half the water with you when you got out again.” He smiles a little and sinks himself a bit deeper in the water. “It's pretty nice.”
Cas’s smile deepens a little, becomes a little more sure. “I'm sure that's an exaggeration, but alright.” He shrugs out of the coat and peels off his shirt, folding them over his arm and laying them on the deck. Then he kicks off his shoes and drops his pants - and everything else with them - and steps naked over to the hot tub.
He half shrugs, trying really hard not to watch, or stare, even if he just ends up doing both just to see how far Cas took it, both surprised and not when he's actually naked. Then just climbing in like it was something he did every day...or maybe he did and Dean didn't even know. “Well?” He asks and clears his throat a bit, shoving away his thoughts and shifting again to keep himself from even reacting too much. “How is it?”
Cas stays standing in the water for a moment, watching the bubbles curiously. He isn’t sure if there is a point to them, but then, humans seem to enjoy adding sensory stimulants to their everyday lives for no other reason than because they are able. Finally, he settles into the seat... only to squirm away from the jet. “The bubbles tickle.”
Dean tries not to think about the fact there was a dick, angel dick, totally right there in his line of sight because staring that thing down is intimidating to even think about, let alone what it might do to him to do so. He swallowed hard and lifted a hand from the water to rub over his face and hope he's not turning red. It's just the heat. “Yeah... you get used to it…”
Dean has a strange look on his face, and Cas watches him curiously. “Dean, are you alright?” he asks.
Dean looks up at the question, brow furrowed slightly before breathing out a little laugh. “Yeah. I'm good...you good?”
The soft sound makes Cas smile again. “Yes, I'm... Good.” His eyes move from Dean's face to his bare shoulders, from shoulders to the tattoo on his collar bone, and oh that is much more of Dean's skin than he's used to seeing… “Um. Very good.” Cas feels oddly hot, but is pretty sure that it has nothing to do with the water.
He tries to relax, despite how weird this whole situation felt, but at least Cas sitting meant there was a little bit of that personal space stuff happening naturally. “Yeah?” He smiles a little, moving an arm out of the water to cool off a little in the air, taking a deep breath and try to calm himself down a little. It wasn’t that weird. “No more trees, right?”
Cas’s eyes track Dean's arm, but at the question, he sighs and slumps into the water a little more. He gives Dean a forlorn look. “You know, people could just plant one at their homes if they wish to decorate trees for the holiday.” He stretches his legs out under the water.
“Yeah...but people like them inside?” Dean offers, glancing down at the water even if he can’t see anything, shifting a little to sit up more straight because somehow Cas slumping makes him assume that means he'll take up way more space than is probably logical. The whole touching thing seems like a bad idea.
Cas knows he sounds a little sulky as he answers. “There are ways to do so without killing the tree.” His eyes wander back over to Dean. He kind of wants a hug, but.... Somehow he thinks without clothes, Dean may not want him too close. Personal space; they've talked about this. “You know, it mostly used to be just branches.”
“Like...pine tree bonsai?” Dean can’t help but grin a little, because that sounds cute actually, and hey, might not be so bad if it could be kept away from the cat. “Branches? Like what they make the real wreaths from?”
That gets a little bit of a smile from Cas again. “Bonsai could be more effective. And yes, wreaths, or boughs of evergreen hung inside.” He could keep going about the origins of Christmas tree traditions... But he's still distracted by the idea of that hug. Personal space didn't seem to count so much anymore. At least, not when he shared Dean’s bed. But then, at those times they were clothed.
“Seems pretty...simple compared to the big tree everyone has now.” Dean nods some, watching Cas for a moment, not really thinking about any kind of staring. It was just what Cas did. “I never got a wreath. Maybe should have.”
“You could still make one.” Cas nods along, but meanwhile his eyes are drifting down a little more, to where the water obscures his view of Dean's chest. He tilts his head, considering. “There's time yet.”
“Not really sure I want to make one...maybe just buy something.” Dean gives a half shrug, looking down to try and follow what Cas was looking at before shifting slightly. That’s maybe a bit more than he wants to think about and maybe he’s scooping some bubbles again to make sure nothing can be seen while giving the effect of just needing something to do. “That's easier.”
Cas mimics Dean's movements, his hands chasing the bubbles through the water. More than anything right now, he wants to reach out and touch, bare skin and all. If he doesn't move, he's going to. “Hmm. If that is your preference.” The water makes him feel loose-limbed and slow, but in a pleasant way. He wonders if that is why he has this sudden craving for contact. “This feels nice. I see why you wanted one of these, Dean.”
“They're probably planning some stuff. Might be able to get one made by someone local, though.” He watches Cas moving for a moment before forcing himself to look up. “Yeah? This is great. I can't decide if this is better than a long hot shower, though.” He leans back a little and deeper in the water, thinking.
“Just be careful not to get a pagan deity's offering by mistake,” Cas comments lightly. With effort, he tears his gaze away from Dean's skin, only to match Dean’s gaze again. “Daphne made me take showers,” he says offhand. He lifts one shoulder, then drops it again. “I like this better.”
“Yeah. Pretty sure that's not happening.” Dean smiles a little before it drops, mouth opening like there's something to be said but eventually just closes his mouth, looking away. Daphne wasn’t something he wanted to think about, nor how he practically ripped Cas away from a life that could have been good for him. “I think I might.”
“I thought you just said you couldn't decide?” Cas smiles at him, and reaches out to nudge Dean’s foot with a toe under the water. He’s not sure why Dean’s mood seemed to dim just then, but he hopes the light teasing might cheer him up.
Dean looks down, licking over his lips for a moment, thinking before stretching his leg out. He’s intent on not thinking too much about moving his leg to rest against Cas's, giving a small smile through the little warm flutter that has little to do with the heat of the water. “Ask me again after a long, hot, shower, and I'll probably say it's better.”
Castiel’s breath catches. His senses are rarely so focused anymore, but there is something - maybe it’s the heat of the water, or Dean's smile, or that peek of tongue, or the more familiar feel of Dean's leg against his - that has tight heat forming low in his belly. “You can't shower with company though,” he mentions, smiling at Dean.
“You could.” Dean offers, thinking about it for a moment before shifting a little so he could drop his arm back to the water and scoot a little more to the edge of the seat. It probably wasn’t the most innocent thing to suggest, but that’s not really what he’s thinking. “Don't normally sit naked in a hot tub with an angel, either.”
Cas tilts his head slightly; his smile is a little coy, as he asks, “Is that an invitation?” Watching Dean lean in, he’s back to thinking about touching him. About hugging him, regardless of their nudity. That might even be nicer, with more skin to skin contact. He could slide closer across the tub and… “Oh.” He sits bolt upright, feeling his face heat up to match the warmth down lower.
Dean thinks about that for a moment. Did he mean it like that? It’s not as horrific of a concept as it might have been years ago, like the first time Cas popped in. His head tilts a little bit, opening his mouth before raising a brow and holding still when Cas seems to shift completely from how he had been. “ET phone home?”
Cas has an erection. He has an erection and not the slightest idea of what to do about it. “What? I...? No. I.” He turns red, staring at Dean with wide eyes. …What if Dean sees oh no. “I should…”
Dean stares expectantly for a couple seconds before looking a bit shocked to mirror Castiel’s expression. Something was up but that was confusing. “You should what? You okay?”
There’s no way to hide this, no way for Cas to reach his clothes without Dean seeing. So he just... flies away, leaving Dean alone in the tub and his clothes in a heap on the deck, never mind that he’s naked. He can deal with that once he’s dealt with this disobedient vessel. But for now… he just flies.
Dean stares at the blank space for a moment when Cas is suddenly gone, heaving a sigh and leaning back against the edge of the tub. He breathes out before looking to the side at the pile of clothes and looking even more confused as he lifted his hands to wipe over his face. That wasn’t going to help. “Son of a bitch.”