Standing Together

Chapter 74

A/N If this makes you uncomfortable feel free to just ignore the chapter and wait til the next one idk you do you boo

"I should probably start getting ready," Castiel says, pushing himself into a sitting position on the bed.

"And what does that entail?" Dean asks. "I'm trying to gauge how much free time we'll have afterwards."

"I don't know," Castiel says. "I'm basically just changing into my suit and leaving."

"I can help with that," Dean says, much to Castiel's confusion.

Dean reaches over and pulls of Castiel's shirt for him, tossing it carelessly on the floor. Castiel chuckles and presses a kiss to his cheek.

"Thanks, Dean, but I think I can handle this much myself," Castiel says.

"Oh, I'm sure you can, but where's the fun in that?" Dean says with a smirk.

Castiel shakes his head in amusement and stands up. "I swear, you're the horniest guy I've ever met."

"That's entirely possible," Dean agrees.

Castiel bends over to pick up the shirt thrown on the floor, and Dean lets out a low whistle.

"You should go to award shows more often," Dean says. "I'm really enjoying this so far."

Castiel chuckles. "Or I could not go to awards shows, and give you the same view at home."

"You know, I think I like that idea more," Dean says.

Castiel puts his dirty clothes in the plastic bag, then pulls his suit out of the closet. He puts it on effortlessly, tying the tie perfectly first try. The first few times he did it before awards shows, he accidentally wore it backwards, but he's done this way too many times since then to not know what he's doing.

"Hey, Cas, come over here," Dean says. "I want to fix something."

Castiel cocks his head in confusion, but decides to let Dean fix it anyway. If there's something wrong with what he's wearing, people are definitely going to comment on it, so he might as well let Dean help him out.

"Turn around," Dean says, his hands gliding across Castiel's waist as he turns to face away from the crippled boy.

Dean pulls Castiel's pants down below his butt, then sticks a hand under the hem of his boxers and pulls them away from his body a little bit.

"What are you fixing right now?" Castiel asks, confused.

"I'm fixing the fact that I haven't seen your ass today," Dean says, completely matter-of-factly without a hint of humor in his voice, which just makes it funnier.

Castiel doubles over in laughter. "Dean, literally, what the fuck?"

"In my defense, it's been almost 24 hours," Dean whines. "You haven't taken a shower since last night, and it's just been really hard to live like this, okay?"

Castiel shakes his head in amusement. He glances at the alarm clock next to the bed. 10 minutes until he has to leave. He has plenty of time.

"Here," Castiel says. "Let me fix that for you."

Castiel hooks his thumbs under both his boxers and pants and takes them up in one smooth movement. He walks over to the closet across from the bed and drapes them over the bottom bar of a hanger, but his boxers fall off almost immediately. He rolls his eyes. Well, he's the clumsiest son of a bitch he's ever met.