Making sure Dean had been gone for over thirty minutes, Cas quickly got up off the couch and headed to the spare bedroom, pulling out a box of makeup from under the bed and moving to the bathroom, laying each palette and the brushes and foundation out neatly, before washing his face and brushing his teeth, climbing up on the counter and sitting there, unscrewing a foundation and putting it on his face, spreading it out with a brush.
After, Castiel made sure to dush setting powder before priming his eyes with the last of the free primer from the mall, then carefully adding some eyeshadow, dusting in a smoky eye before doing the other eye, followed by eyeliner and then started to fill in his eyebrows, carefully shaping and tracing with small flicks.
He carefully capped the pencil, setting it back into the box before priming his lips and lining his lips and uncapped a lipstick, unscrewing it, about to place it on his lips when the front door opened.
“Sorry, Cas! Forgot my wallet!” Dean called, before pausing, “Cas, baby?”
“I’m, uh, in the bathroom!” Cas said back, quickly trying to hide all of the make up, before it all clattered to the ground in his hurry, and Cas sated, jaw open, at the eyeshadow powder that littered the floor and felt a mixture of screaming, crying, and embarrassment.
“Shit, Cas!” There was a sound of dress shoes on hardwood flooring before Dean came barging into the spare bedroom bathroom, “You okay?”
“I was just about to take a shower,” Cas said softly, biting his bottom lip, “I can expl-”
In the mirror, Cas knew that Dean had seen his makeup.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean said softly, “Jesus, do you think you can’t trust me with this kind of stuff? You could have told me Cas!”
Cas licked his lips, back still turned to Dean, before the older man slowly moved into Cas’s view, crouching down to look at him in the face, “Hey, you look really hot like this. And you’re good at this, but I’ll take you somewhere nice to buy everything, okay? And we can get you a new, glittery blue.”
“Really?” Cas asked, what had been watering up in his eyes was slowly starting to disappear, but a stray tear found its way down his cheek, caught by Dean’s thumb.
“Of course,” Dean said softly, kissing Cas’s cheek, “Promise.”
