( So, Dean teleported to Lance. That was a thing that actually happened. Not a whole lot of time in the moment to screw around with it, but afterward he spent a solid twenty minutes in his work's parking lot trying to zap himself home. Or to the bar. Or to the inside of his job. Or even three feet to the freakin' left.
Nothing.
A stroke of sudden genius hits when he wonders if it's people he can teleport to. Sam's the first person he tries, even knowing the guy's still trapped in the Aerie. No dice, not totally shocking.
Cas is next.
He closes his eyes.
Concentrates on trying to get to the guy.
Shoop!
Ah, yes. Hello. Have one Dean Winchester chest to chest with you in the middle of your shower. This surely won't get immediately awkward. )
[ showers are becoming less and less safe in this household. cas is midway through rinsing shampoo from his hair, when shoop. suddenly, dean in all his flanneled glory is standing nearly flush to cas's chest, becoming steadily soaked under the warm, slightly soapy, shower spray.
so, that's an unexpected development.
for a solid twenty seconds, cas is frozen, like his angel brain bluescreened and he needs a moment to do a reboot. fingers still threaded in his soapy hair, eyes gone deer in the headlights wide, his throat bobs as swallows thickly. ]
Dean.
[ hello, hi, welcome to his shower, how are you, hope the temperature's okay?? ]
You, um. Teleport now.
[ so that's nice? cas should probably be doing something about this. stepping back to give him space, maybe grabbing a towel, turning off the water. none of that is happening. just a lot of shocked staring, not daring to glance lower than dean's eyes. ]
( Dean did not think this all the way through, clearly.
He goes from parking lot breeze and open space to, very abruptly, chest to chest in the humid and claustrophobic atmosphere of a running shower. And there's a very, very wet naked angel very, very close to his face suddenly.
The ideal reaction here would be to jump out of the tub without concussing himself by the skin of his teeth somehow and bolting out the damn apartment.
But.
What actually happens is his brain goes completely, absolutely white-noise static blank. )
...Yeah. No, yeah, that's... it's new.
( Pleasantly agreed, a little distracted, also fighting to keep his eyes from tracking downward.
They never did get around to actually having sex in that other life. So. He doesn't actually know what's going on. Down there.
Tore his eyes away that time he showed up naked, covered in bees. That one's a mulligan. )
[ this is not exactly what cas had in mind when he was hoping to be closer to dean. or maybe it is, but they've skipped a few million (probably necessary) steps in between, and now dean's hovering there, close enough to share oxygen, soaked through, droplets of water clinging to the tips of his eyelashes, tracing down the side of his face.
cas makes the mistake of letting his eyes follow one's path in a daze, down as it slips into the corner of dean's lips, now with a slick sheen of water making them look bright, soft, inviting. realizing he's staring (concerned more so with where he's staring), cas's eyes snap back up, like a child caught trying to thieve from a cookie jar. shut up, you saw nothing. ]
Oh. That— That's great.
[ yes, teleportation, very useful, excellent development. ahem.
modesty's never been a big concern for cas when it comes to his body, mostly because it's hardly ever been his body. now, with dean a scant inch or so away from his naked skin, cas completely bare and exposed in front of him, it's an awareness loud as red emergency lights flashing, sirens going off. his skin feels alive and buzzing with the proximity in a way it never was before he was human, with the way his body itself is the elephant in the room for this bizarre chat. something like excitement and apprehension tangled up together.
clearing his throat, cas makes an attempt to stand a little taller, like he isn't as worried about that whole indecent exposure in front of the man he romantically loves thing as he actually is. ]
It, uh. It gets easier. With practice.
[ the teleporting. it's been eons since he's had any kind of issue with his teleporting, but that's one thing he does remember - it can be finicky. this is clearly a conversation we're just going to... have now. here. in the shower. hanging out in each others' space, chatting about superpowers. not thinking about how fucking naked cas is. cool. ]
( His shirt is absolutely soaked, his flannel clings to his biceps and his shoulders. His hair's wet and his shoes are in the shower. And.
Yep.
Just.
Really close. Smelling soap. Naked skin. Probably tastes like water. Cas is doing that triangle gaze look and Dean knows what that implies, and his breath catches a little in his throat. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and there's an absent idle realization in the back of his mind about how easy it could be. To lean in. An intrusive image. )
Right.
( With an agreeable nod, voice a little low.
Another awkward beat of silence.
He gestures to the exterior of the shower with a little nod. )
[ the air's thick with steam and dean's shirt is clinging to his muscled chest and arms, and cas can't think about any of that too long, lest his body begin to react, and it's all deeply unfair.
the way his wet hair plasters to his forehead is an endearing kind of cute, and the passing urge to reach up and sweep it back flickers through cas's head. nope, not going there either. they're so close and it'd be so easy. just a twitch or a stumble. it's hard not to wonder what it'd feel like, to press up against him like this.
nope. nope nope nope, not going there either. cas's fingers twitch at his sides, fidgeting, but otherwise, he doesn't budge. ]
Right.
[ he follows up, clearing his throat, but still finds it nigh impossible to look anywhere but dean's face, stuck in a stunned trance. ]
There's a towel, if you want it.
[ out there, on the other side of the shower curtain. you're welcome to take that, since you're all, you know. showered now. which leaves cas without a towel, actually, but he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it (when he stops thinking about water trickling down dean's throat and beneath his collar long enough to remember it). ]
( Brusquely, and without looking out for aforementioned towel.
Because of the expression on Cas's face, and because of how rooted he feels in this moment. Just, like... two more seconds.
And then he forces himself to snap out of it with an abrupt— )
Okay--
( Eyes averted, very quickly making his exit in stark contrast to how long he kind of hovered there. He doesn't go for the towel. Instead he hurries wide-eyed and dripping out the damn bathroom, shutting the door too loudly behind him.
And then shutting his own door too loudly behind him there.
dean makes his swift retreat, water-logged boots making a soppy smack against the tile, and cas knows he didn't pause to so much as wring out his shirt before making a break for it. that's all much more expected than any of the rest of this has been.
and man, has it been something.
for a couple minutes, cas stands rooted in the same spot, breathing deeply as he replays that interaction in his head. closes his eyes at some point, the ache of lost opportunity and longing growing a little sharper in his chest.
where he'd been warmed by dean's proximity before, body heat and steam trapped between them, soaking into his bare skin, there's a chill now, pulling a light shiver through him.
this... this is not sustainable. something's going to break between them, and cas prays it won't completely ruin them.
it'll be another 20 minutes, at least, before he switches off the water and finds that towel. ]
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Nothing.
A stroke of sudden genius hits when he wonders if it's people he can teleport to. Sam's the first person he tries, even knowing the guy's still trapped in the Aerie. No dice, not totally shocking.
Cas is next.
He closes his eyes.
Concentrates on trying to get to the guy.
Shoop!
Ah, yes. Hello. Have one Dean Winchester chest to chest with you in the middle of your shower. This surely won't get immediately awkward. )
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so, that's an unexpected development.
for a solid twenty seconds, cas is frozen, like his angel brain bluescreened and he needs a moment to do a reboot. fingers still threaded in his soapy hair, eyes gone deer in the headlights wide, his throat bobs as swallows thickly. ]
Dean.
[ hello, hi, welcome to his shower, how are you, hope the temperature's okay?? ]
You, um. Teleport now.
[ so that's nice? cas should probably be doing something about this. stepping back to give him space, maybe grabbing a towel, turning off the water. none of that is happening. just a lot of shocked staring, not daring to glance lower than dean's eyes. ]
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He goes from parking lot breeze and open space to, very abruptly, chest to chest in the humid and claustrophobic atmosphere of a running shower. And there's a very, very wet naked angel very, very close to his face suddenly.
The ideal reaction here would be to jump out of the tub without concussing himself by the skin of his teeth somehow and bolting out the damn apartment.
But.
What actually happens is his brain goes completely, absolutely white-noise static blank. )
...Yeah. No, yeah, that's... it's new.
( Pleasantly agreed, a little distracted, also fighting to keep his eyes from tracking downward.
They never did get around to actually having sex in that other life. So. He doesn't actually know what's going on. Down there.
Tore his eyes away that time he showed up naked, covered in bees. That one's a mulligan. )
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cas makes the mistake of letting his eyes follow one's path in a daze, down as it slips into the corner of dean's lips, now with a slick sheen of water making them look bright, soft, inviting. realizing he's staring (concerned more so with where he's staring), cas's eyes snap back up, like a child caught trying to thieve from a cookie jar. shut up, you saw nothing. ]
Oh. That— That's great.
[ yes, teleportation, very useful, excellent development. ahem.
modesty's never been a big concern for cas when it comes to his body, mostly because it's hardly ever been his body. now, with dean a scant inch or so away from his naked skin, cas completely bare and exposed in front of him, it's an awareness loud as red emergency lights flashing, sirens going off. his skin feels alive and buzzing with the proximity in a way it never was before he was human, with the way his body itself is the elephant in the room for this bizarre chat. something like excitement and apprehension tangled up together.
clearing his throat, cas makes an attempt to stand a little taller, like he isn't as worried about that whole indecent exposure in front of the man he romantically loves thing as he actually is. ]
It, uh. It gets easier. With practice.
[ the teleporting. it's been eons since he's had any kind of issue with his teleporting, but that's one thing he does remember - it can be finicky. this is clearly a conversation we're just going to... have now. here. in the shower. hanging out in each others' space, chatting about superpowers. not thinking about how fucking naked cas is. cool. ]
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Yep.
Just.
Really close. Smelling soap. Naked skin. Probably tastes like water. Cas is doing that triangle gaze look and Dean knows what that implies, and his breath catches a little in his throat. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and there's an absent idle realization in the back of his mind about how easy it could be. To lean in. An intrusive image. )
Right.
( With an agreeable nod, voice a little low.
Another awkward beat of silence.
He gestures to the exterior of the shower with a little nod. )
I'm just gonna...
( You know.
Go now. )
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the way his wet hair plasters to his forehead is an endearing kind of cute, and the passing urge to reach up and sweep it back flickers through cas's head. nope, not going there either. they're so close and it'd be so easy. just a twitch or a stumble. it's hard not to wonder what it'd feel like, to press up against him like this.
nope. nope nope nope, not going there either. cas's fingers twitch at his sides, fidgeting, but otherwise, he doesn't budge. ]
Right.
[ he follows up, clearing his throat, but still finds it nigh impossible to look anywhere but dean's face, stuck in a stunned trance. ]
There's a towel, if you want it.
[ out there, on the other side of the shower curtain. you're welcome to take that, since you're all, you know. showered now. which leaves cas without a towel, actually, but he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it (when he stops thinking about water trickling down dean's throat and beneath his collar long enough to remember it). ]
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( Brusquely, and without looking out for aforementioned towel.
Because of the expression on Cas's face, and because of how rooted he feels in this moment. Just, like... two more seconds.
And then he forces himself to snap out of it with an abrupt— )
Okay--
( Eyes averted, very quickly making his exit in stark contrast to how long he kind of hovered there. He doesn't go for the towel. Instead he hurries wide-eyed and dripping out the damn bathroom, shutting the door too loudly behind him.
And then shutting his own door too loudly behind him there.
Wellp.
That sure.
Happened.
Guess he'll just die. )
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dean makes his swift retreat, water-logged boots making a soppy smack against the tile, and cas knows he didn't pause to so much as wring out his shirt before making a break for it. that's all much more expected than any of the rest of this has been.
and man, has it been something.
for a couple minutes, cas stands rooted in the same spot, breathing deeply as he replays that interaction in his head. closes his eyes at some point, the ache of lost opportunity and longing growing a little sharper in his chest.
where he'd been warmed by dean's proximity before, body heat and steam trapped between them, soaking into his bare skin, there's a chill now, pulling a light shiver through him.
this... this is not sustainable. something's going to break between them, and cas prays it won't completely ruin them.
it'll be another 20 minutes, at least, before he switches off the water and finds that towel. ]