Face time||Destiel [COMPLETED]

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Mid season three, Dean had passed out with a cheeto hanging between his teeth and his shirt covered in numerous types of chips and chocolates. Castiel on the other hand had sat across the couch when they started a food war and Dean threw cotton candy at him, resulting in him having pink and blue strands of candy in his hair.

Everything was already awkward; Dean was passed out and dirty. Castiel was awake and sticky and unfamiliar with the place.

Then Dean started snoring and Castiel jumped at the sound. The sun had already passed dean's window. Castiel gave a quiet laugh and sat up, looking down at the messy floor, his shirt and pant, and shoes. He inwardly groaned and tried shaking Dean awake.

He was dead

Dead asleep because he only slapped Cas' hand away and mumbled a curse then fell on his side and continued his dirty sleeping status. Castiel pressed his mouth into a thin line, he sighed and grabbed a blanket that was lying on the nearby lazy-boy chair.

He turned off the TV and Tidied up the coffee table, putting the junk in one bag and the still full bags in another. He picked up what he could from the floor and threw it in the garbage bin.

He better appreciate this, or I swear I'll smack him.

He stepped back looking at the significantly more clean area. He grabbed his phone and tried tip-toeing his way to the door; opening it slowly since it isn't oiled properly and squeaks when in use.

"Bye Cas"