Dean never really cared when Sam's friends came to stay the night. The only time he did care, was when they were way to damn loud, and Dean had work in the morning.

And tonight, Sam brung over, Castiel. Dean knew Castiel was weird when he asked to take a shower. Dean brushed it off and just went off to his room.

Ten minutes later there was a knock on his door, and enter Castiel, wearing tight sweatpants and no shirt.

Dean stared intently.

"I need a shirt," Castiel mumbled.

"Huh?"