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CRACK ROUND ROBIN
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
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.
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.
Another Fill - Fluffy!
"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.