Jacket [Romantik - "Ich kann dir Klamotten leihen." (für mich)]

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Team: Slytherin
Challenge: Romantik - "Ich kann dir Klamotten leihen." (für mich)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Charaktere: Dean, Castiel, Sam
Sprache: Englisch



Sam is about to take a sip of his coffee when Castiel suddenly appears in the kitchen, walks straight toward Dean at the table and drops a jacket onto his lap.

Dean flinches instantly. “What the hell, man?”

“You need to wear this,” the former angel orders with a determined expression, obviously not impressed by Dean's bewildered face.

“Uh … what?”

Sam takes a closer look and notices that it's the jacket Dean bought for himself a few months ago with a big smile on his lips, calling it 'fucking perfect'. From then on he wore that thing every other day.

Until a couple of weeks ago when Dean and Castiel finally got their shit together over a bowl of popcorn during a movie marathon, with Sam right next to them, apparently totally forgotten. They exchanged kisses and love confessions (well, at least Castiel did – Dean just stammered awkwardly and blushed a lot) and Sam fled the scene hastily before something traumatizing would have happened right in front of him.

After that it was suddenly Castiel who wore the jacket all the freaking time (after a conversation Sam overheard by accident one day: “I can lend you some clothes, Cas.” – “I'm an angel of the Lord, Dean. I don't need to change my wardrobe.” – “I know, it's just … you know?” – “No, Dean, I don't know.” – “Jeez, man … it's just … when two people like each other … oh dammit, just take that dumb jacket!”) and Dean tried his best – and failed spectacularly – to hide his pleased face. Castiel even left his beloved trench coat behind for this (although he compensated this by wearing it in the bunker instead, sometimes even during mundane tasks like cooking or cleaning).

And until this morning that didn't change.

“You're … you're giving it back to me?” Dean asks, confused.

“Yes, I do,” Castiel states, glaring at the garment on Dean's lap as if it personally offended him.

“Oh.” Dean still seems puzzled about this, but there is some nervousness in his gaze as well. He lowers his head and asks tentatively, “Did … did I do something wrong?”

Castiel tilts his head. “No, of course not. Why would you say that?”

Dean frowns. “Why are you giving it back then?”

“You're supposed to wear it. Just for a few days.” When Dean still keeps silent, Castiel adds, “It doesn't smell like you anymore. You need to change that!”

He sounds as if this is an unacceptable fact he wouldn't tolerate any longer and Sam can't help but chuckle quietly.

Dean just blinks a few times before Castiel's words finally reach his brain. “Oh,” he whispers, a mild flush spreading across his cheeks. “Um … okay.”

Castiel nods, obviously satisfied with that answer, and strides out the room with his mission accomplished.

And Dean just watches him leaving the room, smiling fondly, and puts the jacket on immediately.