CRACK ROUND ROBIN
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tiptoe39i 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.
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WHAT THE HELL IS THIS AWESOMENESS I CAN'T EVEN XD
Date: 2011-07-31 05:55 pm (UTC)"Come on, 'Kansie,'" Sam managed to splutter out between bouts of doubling-over laughter. "Your chariot awaits." He held up the tights. "What do you think?"
Dean turned to him and immediately felt the urge to hurl. "You're not."
"Of course I'm not." Sam rolled his eyes and threw the tights aside. "You do know what he's doing, though, right? The movie references?"
"I know he's probably cursed." Dean grumbled. "Dude. Cas. Snap out of the Matrix, would you?"
Castiel just continued his march outside to the car, head held high like a man on a mission. "He's gonna get himself killed," Dean muttered, and-- what else could he do? -- followed close behind.
Re: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS AWESOMENESS I CAN'T EVEN XD
Date: 2011-07-31 06:30 pm (UTC)Castiel turned around, looking unabashed. "Dean, this is serious business. We are going to De Smet in search of the Lone Cottonwood." He came up close to the man and whispered in his ear. "This is our cover Dean. The Lone Cottonwood is also where Samuel Colt buried thirteen more bullets for the Colt. We have to retrieve them." He backed away. "I am in need of a wand, Kansas. You, on the other hand, are in search of the greatest pie in the upper Great Plains."
Driving halfway across the state for pie didn't exact appeal to Dean, but more bullets for the Colt? Hell yes. "If we do this, I want something in return."
"What is it that you wish for, Dean?" The angel said as the two of them got into the Impala.
Dean tipped his hat back, a smile spreading along his face. "You know what I want."
Castiel tilted his head to the side, studying the man. Oh yes, he knew exactly what Dean wanted. "If it must be that, Dean, I am going to insist we get the kitten from a shelter. And yes, I am prepared to convince Sam that I was the one who wanted it originally."
Dean fired up the Impala and they tore out of the salvage yard, heading west. "It's not like you don't want the cat too, Cas. I hate dogs and we don't have the time to take care of a baby."
"Someday we might be able to." Cas said in a wistful tone.
"Oh shit, please don't start up that conversation on this drive..." Dean groaned under his breath.
"I knew if I gave Sam tights he would not come with us. If I got him to dress as Dr. Who, he would have."
"Where the hell did you learn all this film and pop culture stuff anyway?" Dean was starting to have trouble keeping up.
"The Internet. Unlike what you told me, it's not just for porn. Although I did find a song called that."
"What, the Internet is for Porn?" Dean coughed.
"Yes. I could sing it for you, if you like..." Castiel's tone was far to even for something that was borderline hysterical.