A/N: I’m not doing so well with keeping active. My bad.
Word Count: 1,077
“You boys got any laundry that needs doing?” You walked past the library carrying a full basket of your dirty clothing. Sam was about to speak but Dean beat him to it.
“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want to touch it.” He chuckled and raised his brown glass bottle to his lips, he tipped it up and drank even though it was only noon.
“Gross.” You crinkled your nose and kept walking down the hall, shifting the basket in your arms onto your hip. The staircase was ahead of you.
The washing machines were in the basement in the room near the archives. They were all in relativity good condition. It was one of your favourite places just because it always smelled like your detergent and dryer sheets, and frankly, the boys almost never came down there. And let’s be honest you enjoyed some time to yourself every once in a while.
You flipped on the light switch with your foot, something you’d gotten used to doing when your hands were full, and you set your full basket on top of one of the machines.
“Hey,” Sam announced himself as he walked in, carrying another basket filled with clothes. Sam was the sweet one, Dean was just like an older brother that enjoyed picking on you.
“This is Dean’s stuff.” The younger Winchester gave you a friendly smile and Castiel walked in a few moments later carrying another basket.
“That one is mine.” Sam nodded to the second basket and Cass stopped in the doorway to look around.
“Thanks Sam.” You nodded and they both set the baskets on the floor. Sam left, but Cass didn’t move.
“I’m good here, Cass you can go back upstairs.” You smiled softly at him as you started to separate the darks and lights like you always did.
“I have only done laundry once before. ” He said, he walked closer to you and watched your hands work. You giggled.
Castiel was a good friend, and you harbored a small crush on him as much as you hated to admit it.
“You saying you want to help?” You looked over at him and put a hand on your hip. Cass tilted his head a little and then looked at you, nodding.
“Alright then.” You smiled and pulled him over.
“First we have to separate the colours from the whites. Think you can do that?” You smiled. He nodded.
“Yes, I think I can manage that Y/N.” He smiled softly and got to work.
It took half an hour of giggling and helping him decide which garment went where before you and Castiel were finished sorting. You guessed the whole concept of laundry was still foreign to him.
Almost every washer was occupied, now you just had to wait for the loads to finish so they could go through the dyer. You pulled yourself up on one of the washers and checked your phone for anything interesting.
There was still one small bag left on the floor closer to the first washing machine, the delicates, but you’d leave those until you were alone.
“When was the last time you washed that coat?” You put your phone down and glanced at the beige coat that the angel always wore. He looked down at it, analyzing.
“I- I’m not sure.” He responded, looking back up to you. You giggled and hopped down from your place on the washer and you helped him shrug off the coat.
“Well, we can fix that.” You carried it across the room to another washer that had the medium colours, and you paused the cycle to toss it in, leaving your backed turned to Cass.
“My clothes don’t get the opportunity to be washed often.” Cas said. You smiled and closed the top of the washer, restarting it.
“That’s okay,” You turned around.
“They have a chance to be now- oh my god.” Castiel was standing there in only his boxers. You couldn’t help that your eyes devoured him.
His shoulders were all muscle and his biceps flexed as he got the last of his shirt off. You had no idea that he had a tattoo. It looked like some sort of warding.
Your face got hot and you blinked once you realized you were staring, your mouth awkwardly hung open.
“Um- Cass?” You muttered. He squinted, confusedly, at you.
Silence. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other.
“Yes, Y/N?” He said monotonously. You blushed and looked down a little, avoiding eye-contact at all costs.
“Why’d you- why’d you take your clothes off?” You cleared your throat and scratched the back of your neck.
“I thought they also needed washing.” It seemed to have made perfect sense to him. He bent down and piled his clothes on top of the washer beside him.
You weren’t expecting him to have the body type he did. His muscles were toned, they rippled underneath his skin and his bright blue eyes caught yours, probably wondering why you were looking at him.
Why did he have to be so beautiful?
He pursed his lips and bent down again as he noticed something. Out of nowhere, he pulled up the mesh bag and also placed it on top of the washer. Your heart sped up and you started walking towards him. He pulled on the drawstring of the bag, opening it, and you were quick to interrupt him.
“Oh- no, Cass, no need to wash that stuff yet.” You rushed over and yanked a red thong from his hand before he looked further. The colour nearly matched your face.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” Cass asked in his gravelly voice.
“No- no, Cass, but you can go upstairs now, I got this.” You stuffed the fallen items bag in the small mesh bag.
“Are you sure, I can still help-”
“I’m sure Cass. Just go, please.” Your face could probably fry an egg at this point and you still kept your eyes from meeting his. You tried to convince yourself that a mark on the floor was extremely interesting.
Cass nodded.
“Alright, Y/N. I will see you later.” He smiled softly and walked out of the laundry room in his boxers.
Damn, he had a cute butt.
When you were alone, you took a few deep breaths to compose yourself before you started to sort through the rest of the laundry, and you heard Dean’s loud laughter from upstairs.
