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Dean finishes a burger and decides to save the other for later, storing it in the mini fridge, and then since he's there anyway, grabbing and downing one of those little bottles of Jack.
Dean's shootin’ the bottle into the trashcan from across the
room and doin' a fist pump when it goes in–he's still got it!-- when Cas comes back out of the bathroom.
“Dean, it's ready,” Cas says with an excited smile.
Dean is only a little dissapointed Cas didn't come out in some sexy outfit, but is still jazzed to see what his angel has in store.
Cas ducks back into the bathroom, Dean laughs a bit before walking over and taking a peak.
Well… it's not what he expected.
There are candles lit on the back of the toilet and on the sink and each coner of the bathtub, which has got a decent amount of bubbles fillin' it, but not too much. The room is cast in a soft pink/orange glow, and he's pretty sure if he were to flip a light on the damn bubbles would be pink as well.
“Uh,” Dean starts, “Are you sure you didn't read about how to take care of your girlfriend?”
Cas' face fades from a smile into a look that is so 100% done.
“The article mentioned you might say that,” Cas raises a brow, “It also said that men rarely indulge in bubble baths because of a how it is precieved as a femenine activity, but in the end, they tend to enjoy themselves and feel more relaxed both mentally and physically. If they give it a chance.”
“You seriously askin’ me to take a freakin' bubble bath right now?” Dean asks, rasing his own brow.
“Yes.”
Dean sighs, but starts to strip, which makes Cas smile again.
The lengths he will go to keep his angel happy.
In his birthday suit, Dean quirks his brow at Cas, “You know, there are a lot of other more fun things we could be doin' with naked me.”
Cas rolls his eyes, “Get in the bubble bath, Dean.”
Dean sighs but does as he's told.
The water isn't too hot or cold, it's actually pretty damn perfect. If only there weren't these damn pink bubbles.
Dean can't remember the last time he took a bath. It's been a long damn time, that he does know.
Once Dean's in, Cas starts takin' off his trenchcoat and suit jacket.
“You gonna join me?” Dean asks with a smirk.
“I doubt this bathtub could comfortably fit to grown men,” He says, rolling up his sleaves. He then sits on the edge of the bath tub and grabs a sponge. “Lean forward.”
“You seriously gonna abthe me right now?”
“Yes. Lean forward.”
Dean shakes his head but does lean forward. Cas dips the sponge in the soapy water before he raises it up and squeezes it against the back of Dean's neck, the warm water spreading down Dean's back. It feels… it feels nice actually.
Cas starts massgin the sponge against Dean back, dunkin' it occasionally to bring back up and spread warmth across Dean's skin. Dean's just startin' to get into some weird sort of chill trance when Cas tells him to lean back.
Cas washes his neck, his chest, his stomach, everywhere. Dean laughs, feelin' tickilish as Cas washes the bottoms of his feet.
The way Cas takes care of him is reverent, worshipful. It makes Dean feel loved. Which he is. Cas loves him. Dean would want to cry if he wasn't so relaxed.
Dean promises himself he's gonna do this for Cas one day, one day soon.
“I'll leave you alone for a while,” Cas says and starts to get up.
“Don't go!” Dean grabs Cas' arm, getting his forearm wet. “I mean,” Dean lets go, “The water will get cold anyway soon, I should just get out.”
“No, it won't,” Cas smiles at him.
Angel powered bath. Cool. But still, Dean doesn't want Cas to go.
“I can stay,” Cas assures him.
“Cool…” Dean sinks lower into the bath, up to his chin, letting his knees come up to compensate.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Cas asks.
“...Maybe,” Dean admits.
Cas laughs, “I told you.”
“Yeah, whatever, bubble baths are cool.”
“They are,” Cas nods.
“So, what else did you read in this article?”
“You'll find out soon enough.”
Dean rolls his eyes, “Fine, keep your secrets.”
“I will.”
They talk a bit before Dean's ready to get out. Dean's planning on grabbing the towel himself but Cas yanks it away from him and holds it out.
“I feel like a toddler,” Dean complains as Cas dries him off.
“Unconditionally loved and cared for?”
“Shuddup.”
Cas wraps the towel aroud Dean's waste and they head out into the bedroom, Cas pulling him towards the bed.
“Ooo, now the sexy fun times start?” Dean asks, feelin' giddy at the idea.
“No, you need a nap.”
“Uh, like hell I do. I don't do naps.”
“Well, you do today.”
“Cas–”
“Lay down, Dean.”
Dean grunts but gets on the bed, Cas joining him and suddenly he's the little spoon. It feels nice to be held like this.
Cas waves a hand and the room is littered in candle and the drapes are shut, and soothing classic rock is playn' from somewhere but Dean can't pinpoint it.
“You're not gonna let me get up until I get some sleep, are you?” Dean asks.
Cas kisses the back of his neck and squeezes him, “No.”
“Friggin' angels.”
“You love it.”
“Yeah, well… maybe.”
It doesn't take Dean long to drift off.