Doing laundry. It’s a regular occurrence for you and doing it for someone else too. You always offered to do Sam and Dean’s laundry when you put yours on so it wasn’t new to you. But what was new, was helping Castiel do his because he’s turned human. Usually, he could use his “angel mojo” to clean himself up, but you offered to help him with everything that came with being human, laundry being one of them.

Luckily for both of you, with Castiel covered in blood the laundrette was completely empty, leaving you to sort him out without questioning eyes.

But one thing you couldn’t help but think about? Castiel without that damn trench coat on. Hell, you loved it, but the thought of what was underneath? Shit.

Cas stood in front of the washing machine, looking at you questionably for a moment before shrugging and immediately getting his trench coat. You expected to tell him to take them off and how to use the machine, but he seems pretty confident.

You stood there, your arms crossed and smiling as you watched amused. Castiel turned to you again as he put his trench coat inside the machine

“This- what I’m doing is correct isn’t it?”

He questioned, his deep blue eyes staring into yours