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31 July 2011 @ 09:42 am
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.
Emily.  Just Emily.: SPN - Meg n' Tunesdarth_firefly on July 31st, 2011 02:23 pm (UTC)
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."
Tiptoe39: big deal castiptoe39 on July 31st, 2011 03:28 pm (UTC)
They were completely wrong.

Not about the skirt, of course; the skirt didn't fit, though Castiel kept it as an option; they were completely wrong about Harry Potter. Castiel did know what it was, and nothing gave him more pleasure than standing in front of the mirror, cloak wrapped around him, and scowling into it to declare, "Expelliarmus!"

Never mind that most of the spells in the books were things Cas could do normally. Never mind that that world's magic paled in comparison to his own. That wasn't the exciting part.

The exciting part was being plucked out of your daily, fish-out-of-water, misunderstood life and being placed in a world where you finally, completely belonged. Castiel was the Angel Who Lived, and he liked to dress the part.

It was a harmless indulgence, of course... until it started to bleed over into real life. And Dean and Sam started to notice.
Emily.  Just Emily.: SPN - Fanfictiondarth_firefly on July 31st, 2011 03:53 pm (UTC)
Castiel always felt that Hufflepuff House had gotten a raw deal in the books. Their one shining student, Cedric Diggory, had been offed with little to-no mention past halfway into Order of the Phoenix. He had to change that. First order of business, he needed a wand. Not just any wood would do for that.

He had to make a journey deeper into South Dakota, to the fabled Lone Cottonwood that grew on the vast prairie, the tree planted by his Slytherin Brother, Gabriel on a 'hunch.' He couldn't travel there by angelic means, that would defeat the quest purpose.

Castiel came down to the library carrying two sacks. "We are going on a quest." He tossed one bag to each of the brothers.

"Cas, what the hell?" Dean looked up from the book he'd been reading.

"A quest." Castiel replied. "We must dress for the part before we leave in your black Chariot of Might."

Dean wasn't sure if Cas had just insulted the Impala or not, but he decided to indulge the angel for a moment and peered into the sack and pulled out a fedora. "I don't get it."

"You're Kansas Winchester, Dean. You already have the leather jacket."

Sam meanwhile had pulled his own outfit out and was too stunned to speak. Maybe it was the boots. Maybe it was the tunic. No.. it wasn't those. It was the tights.

"Sam's an elf." Castiel said, smiling. "Hurry, we must leave before the South Dakota Oracle returns and tries to stop us."
Tiptoe39: dean - not awesometiptoe39 on July 31st, 2011 05:55 pm (UTC)
At this point Sam was lost to giggles again. Dean glared at him a moment, then returned his attention to the completely freaking bonkers angel in front of him. "He's a what and I'm a what and what is your damage exactly?"

"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.
Emily.  Just Emily.: SPN - Chuck Writesdarth_firefly on July 31st, 2011 06:30 pm (UTC)
Dean caught up with Cas, shoving the fedora on his head. "Leg-o-lamb is going to stay and guard the..." He waved back at Bobby's house. "Where are we?"

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.

a gateway drugobstinatrix on July 31st, 2011 04:12 pm (UTC)

My brain seems to be b0rked today (attempts to compose a tag have resulted only in utter fail), but this is awesome. *tracks post*
jaune_chat: Buy67Impalajaune_chat on July 31st, 2011 07:41 pm (UTC)
Another Fill - Fluffy!
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.
bballgirl3022bballgirl3022 on July 31st, 2011 10:07 pm (UTC)
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.”
Chaos, Panic, Pandemonium – my work here is done.: supernatural--dean & cas--what are you driveroceansea on August 1st, 2011 12:13 am (UTC)

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."

Edited at 2011-08-01 12:15 am (UTC)