“Dude. What is that?” Sam asks, pointing to the bag of what looks to be clothes in his hand.
“Nothing, I just picked up some new shirts and pants for Cas since he’s here full time now. Thought it’d be nice to wear something other than the holy tax accountant threads,” Dean tells him as he walks past him and towards his room.
He carefully pulls the contents out of the bag and lays them out on the bed. Inside are three button up shirts, one short sleeve and two long sleeve, two pairs of slacks, one khaki and navy blue. Dean had to guess on the size, and kept the receipt just in case.
He also purchased a pack of socks and some new boxers as well. Once things were laid out, he reached for his phone and called Cas. A few moments later, the angel appeared next to him, looking at the clothes on the bed.
“What’s all this Dean?” he asks, giving Dean a questioning look.
“Just some new clothes for you. Thought you’d like something else to wear instead of the suit all the time. It’s better than wearing my clothes, not that I don’t mind,” Dean tells him. He’s nervous, hoping that Cas will like what he bought. Absentmindedly, he rubs the back of his neck while watching Cas carefully inspect each piece.
“I don’t mind sharing clothes with you Dean,” Cas tells him.
Hearing that, Dean can’t help what he does next. He pulls Cas close and kisses him, hard. Lips and tongues fighting for dominance. When there isn’t much air left, they part. Cas’ shirt is untucked and a few buttons already missing.
When Dean and Cas come out of the bedroom an hour later, Cas is wearing one of Dean’s shirts and a pair of pajama pants, which are also Dean’s. Dean is just grinning and Sam is just shaking his head, muttering something about soundproofing their room.