CRACK ROUND ROBIN

[tiptoe39]

i found this start to a story. I have no idea where I was going to go with it (panty kink maybe?) So you all continue it instead and let's see what happens!!!! :DDDD

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It turns out that trying to wean Castiel away from the trenchcoat was a very bad idea.

They brought him to a bargain department store, the sort of place that gives you shopping carts to browse racks and racks of clothes. "Just... pick something up that you like, and we'll try it on," Dean said. "Go on, shop till you--"

"Dean." Sam gave him that closed-lipped warning that needed no more words.

"Right. Shop till you find something," Dean finished.

Castiel found something, but it wasn't at all what Dean or Sam expected.

"Dude!" Dean exploded at him. Sam burst into hysterical giggles and was doubled over for most of the conversation. "That is not-- how many people you see wearing that?"

"You asked me to find something that appealed to me," Castiel said, unerringly patient and completely oblivious. "I suppose I wasn't... thinking about the situation correctly."

He looked so much like a depressed puppy, Dean agreed to buy him the damn thing just as long as he never-- never-- wore it out in public. "What you do in front of the mirror alone is your business," he said, and left it at that.

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[darth-firefly.livejournal.com]

Castiel looked over the garment, puzzled. Dean was wrong, he had seen people out in such outfits before. Not all the time, of course - but he was certain he'd seen such an outfit on several people Dean's age in Atlanta several times. Besides, it had a tan-yellowish band around the collar, not the tan of the trench coat, but close enough. It matched his shirt and pants as well - although it seemed that there was more than just the cloak on the hanger.

"Dude." Sam said under his breath to Dean as they walked up to register, looking back to see the angel studying the garment with rapt attention. "I don't think he knows what Harry Potter is."

"Shut up, Sam." Dean grinned. "Besides, odds are, that skirt's not going to fit him."

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

Bwahahahahaaaaaa

My brain seems to be b0rked today (attempts to compose a tag have resulted only in utter fail), but this is awesome. *tracks post*

Another Fill - Fluffy!

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

The white, fluffy, faux-fir coat might have been appropriate, if Cas had also been wearing a purple suit, gold chains, and a hat with a huge feather stuck in the brim. And had a half-dozen scantily-clad, buxom ladies at his side. But on his lanky body, with his khakis and tie, he looked like an accountant who had wandered into pimpsville by mistake.

"Cas," Sam managed, on the ride home, after he'd managed his laughing fits. "Um, why did that... appeal to you?"

"It reminded me of wings."

"Of course it did," Dean muttered.

"I will admit though, upon reflection, that it is very different from the rest of my attire."

"Well, we could fix that," Sam suggested.

"Sam," Dean said in a warning tone.

"I would be appreciative," Cas said, stroking down the fuzzy sleeve with long, supple fingers.

Dean squirmed in his seat, met Sam's eyes, and turned down into a less reputable district of town.

[bballgirl3022.livejournal.com]

Back at their current motel, Dean pondered where they went wrong in this shopping trip. He should have better explained the purpose behind the trip. The angel was supposed choose something that could be worn on more than just the day where children went around begging for candy.

And, as an Angel of the Lord, wasn’t he supposed to against pointy red horns and pitchforks…

“This outfit is appealing, yes?” Castiel’s question jolts Dean out of his thoughts and brings him back to the present situation. One in which angels thinks costumes are appropriate everyday dress.

The hunter glances around the room only to find one member of Team Free Will is decidedly missing. “Where’s Sam?”

“Out.” Dean groans. That lucky bastard. “I didn’t think he’d like to be around for this next part.”

[riveroceansea.livejournal.com]

How many times did Dean have to lose at rock, paper, scissors before he learned?

Sam had to be cheating. Somehow.

"Awww," Sam crooned with entirely too much mock sympathy, "I'll bring you back pie. The Greatest Pie In the Upper Great Plains." Dean could hear the capital letters.

"I hate you so much right now."

"Dude, you were the one who wanted him to learn pop culture references."

"But not fucking Harry Potter," Dean hissed, glancing over his shoulder where inside the motel room, Cas was rooting through a pile of bags.

"Should I suggest a light sabre and a Padawan braid?"

"Shut. Up."

Sam twirled his motel key and trotted away. "Have fun!"

Dean looked up at the sky and prayed his most fervent prayer. "God, if you want show your appreciation at all, bring Gabriel back to torture my brother. Amen."