Dean squirmed, settling into his new chair a bit more comfortably. It was a big hulk of an armchair Dean had found in the bowels of the bunker and had taken a liking to. Just the right amount of cushion, and the amber velvet felt nice when he rubbed his hands across the arm rests. Sam had bitched the whole way getting it back up to his room, but he was just jealous Dean had found it first. A big research chair was probably something the sasquatch would be pining for now. But reading was the last thing Dean was gonna do in this chair -no, this beauty deserved real entertainment.
Dean pushed himself up, contemplating the best angle to adjust the chair to in order to see the TV. His left thigh twinged just then, reminding him exactly how heavy and cumbersome the chair had been to move. Maybe Sam deserved a bit of slack for that. He slumped back onto the seat, head hitting the middle of the backrest, hands folded across his abdomen. He’d look for the remote later.
Just as Dean was contemplating having a nap right then and there, a knock sounded at the door. He slogged himself to his feet.
“Sam, look. I promise I’ll look for a chair for you too, but just let me bask in this for a while. I-” Dean opened the door to find Cas standing on the other side. “Cas! Come on in, man. You missed the big reveal!” Dean presents the chair, arms wide to encompass its girth. “Tada!”
With a grin, Dean sat back on the edge of the cushion, bouncing a bit to emphasize the plushness. Unfortunately, bouncing set his leg off again, and this time it seemed like it might just turn into a full on cramp.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean gritted his teeth and grabbed for his leg.
Cas’s stiff gait carried him swiftly through the room to Dean’s side. His eyebrows creased, looking Dean up and down before seeming to come to a decision.
“Sam mentioned the other day that you need to relax more. He seemed to think there was something I could do about that. Help you ‘blow off some steam’.” Cas loosened his tie and sank to his knees in front of the chair, hands quickly coming to rest on Dean’s knee caps. Cas sighed determinedly and flipped his tie over his left shoulder. Almost brisk in his movements, his hands slipped down to cup Dean’s calves, continuing onward to cradle an ankle before starting to pull it up toward his shoulder.
Dean’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, his voice coming out in a squeak, “What do you think you’re doing!?”
Cas paused and glared, tilting his head slightly “You know exactly what I’m doing, Dean,” a hint of challenge in his voice, “Are you going to let me?
