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Ever since Christmas, things with Dean had been going exceptionally well. There were no big fights, other than if they should repaint the rooms in the house or not. No big revelations; Cas had told Dean after the first mention of drugs that he’d been stoned practically his whole first year of college. And they were both compatible and able to live together just fine. Though Castiel did have a small problem with the fact that they could both get really dirty if they didn’t pay attention, it didn’t matter as much.
After the first month of being together, the two different couples had indeed finally moved into the two different houses, and Castiel had moved in with Dean, as he had less stuff than his brother. It hadn’t taken long to get him settled in either, things were unpacked the same day they moved them, and he was able to share Dean’s bed with him the first night.
It was now February, and they’d been together practically two months now, and everything had been going smoothly, until now. At least Castiel was beginning to worry. In just a couple days it was going to be Valentines Day, and he had no clue if they would be doing something or not. Of course Castiel wanted to do something for his boyfriend, but Dena had already told him that he’s working a later shift the whole week at the garage, which meant he wouldn’t even be home for dinner. Things were getting a bit complicated.
It was Sunday afternoon, and Castiel had been thinking about this for practically the whole weekend, Dean was at the Roadhouse still, and he’d be home in about an hour or two, so Cas had that long to figure something out.
It was then that he remembered he had to wash his clothes. Don’t ask him, he didn’t know why he thought about that at a time like he did.
Castiel went into the room he shared with Dean, and he piled his clothes in his arms and brought them out for the garage, only to find out that Dean’s clothes were in the dryer. So he put his clothes on the ground and fetched a basket to put them in. While taking them out he came across not one, but three pairs of what appeared to be women’s underwear. All of them seemed to be made of a silky material and had a small amount of lace around the edges.
If Castiel knew better he would assume they were someone else’s, but he knew for a fact that he and Dean had been monogamous ever since they began dating, so they could have only been Dean’s, and Castiel wasn’t sure what to think about that. He ignored them and put the rest of Dean’s clothes in the hamper and then his own into the washer. Then he picked up Dean’s clothes and carried them into the bedroom so he could begin folding.
After the clothes were put away, Castiel still had a good hour and a half until Dean would be home, and he was still debating what he should do. They could always go somewhere the next Saturday, or just do something later that night if he wasn’t too tired. Whatever Castiel thought of though seemed to have Dean tired or not liking it. It was beyond time he made a phone call.
Anna was a genius when it came to things like this, and so when she didn’t pick up the phone, Castiel almost fell to his knees in defeat. He left a message, asking if she could call him back as soon as she could, and then he hung up. He should have finished grading his student’s papers hours ago.
Dean came home around six, and Castiel had already made dinner by then; rice and beans covered their plates, and he’d made sure to buy some more cheese for Dean to use on his. They sat at the small table, Dean still messy from the garage, and Castiel without his shoes on because he’d lost his slippers somehow. “So, how was today?” Dean asked, and Castiel had to keep himself from sighing as he answered, “Boring, just grading papers again. Oh, and I put your clothes away for you.” Dean seemed to almost choke at that, but he continued on, trying to hide his red face as he just shoveled food into his mouth.
“Are you okay, Dean?” Castiel looked over, and Dean just nodded before gulping down his water, as they’d taken to not drinking as much. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.. Just.. Thanks, Cas. Wasn’t expecting it.” Castiel nodded, and smirked, he was probably embarrassed by the underwear, but he wouldn’t mention it.
Dishes were done, and they sat in front of the tv, grading papers while they did. They both turned in after a particularly steamy shower, the bed nice and warm as they tucked themselves in under the blankets.
“Dean,” Castiel whispered. Dean’s back was facing him, and he used his hand to touch his shoulder lightly. “Yeah, Cas?” “Were those underwear... yours?” Dean seemed to freeze under his hand, and then let out a long sigh. “Yeah.” “You’ll have to model them for me sometime.” Dean turned over, his face a warm smile, as the two were tired and couldn’t get up to much at that moment. A few small lazy kisses and they were falling asleep. Little did Dean know that Castiel now had an idea for Valentine’s Day.