22Castiel sat on the edge of Dean's bed wearing only his khaki pants, elbows resting on his knees. The rest of his clothes were next to him. The Winchesters would be back any second now, and Castiel was unsure of how they were going to take it. He couldn't keep this from them, it would eat at him, and they would probably figure it out anyway.
When the brothers walked through the door, they didn't look surprised to see Cas there. They did a double-take, however, when they saw him half naked, covered in red streaks, and with a split lip.
Dean was the first to react. "Woah, Cas. Rough night?" Seeing the scratch marks he knew what his first thought was, but it was so improbable he didn't voice it.
Without looking up from the carpet, Cas replied "I unzipped her pants with my teeth," as if horrified by what he had done.
Unsure he heard right, Dean asked "Come again?"
Castiel looked Dean in the eye and repeated, "I unzipped her pants with my teeth."
Dumbfounded was an understatement. Dean's earlier speechlessness came back, but without the gestures. Finally, he found his voice. "Whose pants, Cas?"
"The demon Meg," Castiel said. "She found me after I…cleaned up."
"Meg?" Dean made sure he heard right. "You unzipped...Meg's pants...with your teeth?" He was visibly torn between disgust and pride.
Sam decided to chime in at this point. "Can't you see through the meat suit? She should've been hideous to you, what with her demon face."
Cas looked slightly scared at that. His eyes widened. "I couldn't see it," he said, as if just noticing. "I couldn't see her demon face."
Dean, who had just been staring at Cas with a confused look on his face, suddenly asked "Is that a…bite mark?"
Cas looked at his shoulder. "Yes."
"…Does it hurt?"
"A little."
Sam, though soulless, still had a sense of humor, and it showed now. "Dude, you have a hickey on your chest!" he laughed.
Still confused, and both wanting and not wanting to understand, Dean asked "Why, Cas? What happened? Why would you sleep with a demon? And why, of all the demons you could bang…why Meg? I mean, not that I'm not proud of you for finally cuttin loose, but...seriously? You have terrible taste in women, dude."
"She came to me after I disposed of the creatures," he explained, still looking at the carpet. "She said she wanted a long, hot shower, then she kissed me. I would've been confused, but I couldn't think, let alone resist." Castiel looked up at Dean, then, with his puppy dog eyes. "Before she left she said it was better than a shower and that she felt cleaner than she ever had before."
A/N: And it's now complete! Sorry it took so long. Writer's block, college, other stories popping up in my head... Tell me what you think!