day 1 of #spnwerdtober2k18
deancas college!au drabble
frat brothers dean & cas who hit up the local halloween store for cas’ costume to the annual kappa kappa psi hallows eve shindig
tho this year cas isn’t looking for something cool or relevant. or even witty. no. this year he’s looking for one of those lame, sleazy ‘sexy whatever’ get-ups that usually make him roll his eyes so hard he’s sure one of these days he’ll go blind from it
so why, you ask? because he lost a bet
he lost a bet and now he’s got dean giggling on the other side of the fitting room curtain as cheesy generic scary tracks play overhead
“lemme see,” dean goads, trying to pull back the heavy black cloth
cas smacks his hand. “hold the fuck on i’m still in my underwear.”
“pssssh, hurry up i’m dyin’ out here.”
cas doesn’t disappoint. he reveals a moment later a skimpy white nurses’ uniform complete with hat and all
“dude,” dean says, dumbstruck. “that is....” then he shakes his head, apparently dispensing the rest of that sentence. he clears his throat. “no, dude. this is just ironic. you can’t be a nurse or a doctor or anything else in the medical field.”
cas scowls. “you didn’t stipulate there would be regulations.”
“yah, maybe not. but c’mon man you’re pre-med. this should be kind of a given.”
cas rolls eyes but concedes. “fine.”
the next one is more on dean’s wavelength it appears, if the giant shit eating grin he’s got plastered across his face is anything to go by
“okay i’m just gonna say it. you look hot.”
“like... smokin’. too hot to trot. absolutely sinful-“
“ugh. fuck off,” cas manages on a laugh once he realizes where dean’s going with this then jabs the asshole with his flimsy plastic poker before disappearing behind the curtain again
dean just laughs louder and takes the pro-offered costumes cas slid under the curtain to the counter to be returned
and so it goes on like that for a good hour until cas starts getting ornery because he’s tried on everything from a fiesty cat, to a busty pirate, to a skimpy witch even to a barely covered construction worker
“dean..” cas finally warns. “if you don’t pick something in the next five minutes i’m leaving. costume or not. to hell with our bet.”
sensing cas isn’t fucking around, dean runs & grabs the first ensemble that caught he eye when they arrived
“here,” he says, shoving it through the slit in the curtain. “just get this one.”
he’s obviously expecting cas to emerge a moment later in his regular clothes, crinkly package in hand, and annoyed aura surrounding him instead of actually trying the costume on, then whipping the curtain open to showcase it
the sweet satisfaction he gets from watching dean flounder as he takes in the tiny, but strangely flattering yellow & black striped bee tutu makes this whole trip worth it
“well?” cas pushes, turning to show off his delicate glittery wings. “what do you think?”
he juts his ass out just a bit, and relishes in the not at all discreet gulp dean tries
“i mean i’ll obviously have to get some of those ruffly hot pants. and probably thigh highs too.”
“fishnets or sheer? the kinds with bows or the stripe up the back?”
dean looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm and cas takes that as his cue to cut the guy some slack. “on second thought, those would be more annoying than anything else all night. because there’s no way in hell i’m getting a garter too.”
dean physically chokes on air, going so far as to smack himself in the chest, and cas has to stifle his laugh with a bite to his bottom lip
“i’ll be out in a minute.”
dean schools himself in his absence. harder than cas has ever seen him school himself before, and it takes everything in him not to grab a pair of stockings as they pass the display just to watch dean’s fa-sad crumble again but-
and they do live together
so no matter how bad cas wants to poke and prod (no pun intended) and see just HOW riled up he can get dean, he won’t.
at least.. he ponders at the checkout, not yet anyway ; )
