It’s been a hell of a morning.
First, Castiel’s alarm doesn’t go off. He wakes up with approximately five minutes to get out of the house, miss-lines up the buttons of his shirt, can’t find his freshly ironed pants and so has to wear the creased ones, and accidentally knocks his toothbrush into the toilet. After brushing his teeth with his finger, Cas manages to find a pair of socks without holes in them, but completely forgoes the brush and any attempt at shaving, instead clawing his way to the coffee machine. Gabriel has left his apartment an absolute mess, but he doesn’t have time do anything but be royally pissed.
As if all this isn’t bad enough, Castiel’s coffeemaker freaks out and jams, so he has to pick up something on the way, but the barista fills his cup too much and he ends up spilling it on his poorly buttoned shirt. And onto his pants. When he’s trying to wipe himself off, doing acrobatics to try and keep his messenger bag and laptop dry, he realizes his tie has been tied backwards.
Needless to say, when Cas runs down into the subway only to squeeze into a cart filled beyond its maximum capacity, he’s not a happy camper.
When the stupid train stalls in the middle of a tunnel, he’s even less happy.
When he’s in the middle of dabbing himself, letting go of the metal bar to get at a particularly wet stain, and the train jolts to a start, Castiel is embarrassed.
Why? Well, he’d noticed the supremely attractive specimen of man sitting down in front of him, but he’d spent every second since carefully looking everywhere but lighter hair and nice lips. Not that the man even acknowledged Cas at all; he’d looked up from his book only when the train had stopped, and that had been to roll his outrageously green eyes. Castiel had been treated to a better view of light freckles before the man looked down once more, long lashes fanning out against his skin.
The bottom line is that the man is very attractive.
Currently, Cas is sitting in his lap.