Skinny Jeans - SPN Dean/Castiel
Title: Skinny Jeans
Author: thy_corruption
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Genres: ficlet, Romance/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 334
Warnings: hehehehehehehe.
Summary: AU. This was the last time that Castiel went shopping in a clothing store with Dean.
Author's Note: this is actually a remake from a Final Fantasy drabble I wrote. I don't know which version I like best, though.
[Skinny Jeans]
"Mhm, no, Dean! Don't"
"What's wrong Cas? Too much for you to handle?" Dean pulled harder, loving the angel’s cute sounds and how his body twitches.
"It's not that, you're too wild!" said Castiel in a hushed tone, a moan escaping his mouth immediately after those words.
"But I thought you liked rough?" Castiel smacked him upside the head, glaring at Dean who grinned at him with pleading eyes. The angel sighed.
"Yeah, but this is too much! It doesn't want to go up!"
"Oh, Cas, I'll help you get it up, don't worry." Dean pulled harder again, upwards and downwards, over and over again.
"No, stop!"
"Why?" asked Dean, not stopping at all. It had to go in, damn it!
"Because...because..." Castiel bit his lip and looked downwards, as if ashamed to voice out his thoughts.
"Because?"
"Because the damn pants are too damn small and I can't get my ass inside it! I think it’s too fat." Dean paused, his hands releasing the skinny jeans, blinked and walked behind Castiel, checking said ass out.
"It ain't fat. I love your ass."
Castiel growled and smacked him on the head for the second time before he huffed and marched out the try-out rooms, walking through the clothing store only clad in his cherub boxershorts and grey t-shirt, forgetting to put his own denims back on that he had left with Dean.
Dean massaged his head, furrowed, took all their belongings with him and followed his angel out of shop, speaking to himself.
"Hell, don't have to be so angry, Cas. I'll go easier on you next time...and on your cute little bum."
Only after ten minutes and lots of stares by the passer-by’s, a jealous Dean who almost ripped off some sick bastards’ head, did Castiel realize that he was still pretty much half-naked.
From that day onwards, Castiel decided that he hated skinny jeans and that he would never consider trying one out again.
Author: thy_corruption
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Genres: ficlet, Romance/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 334
Warnings: hehehehehehehe.
Summary: AU. This was the last time that Castiel went shopping in a clothing store with Dean.
Author's Note: this is actually a remake from a Final Fantasy drabble I wrote. I don't know which version I like best, though.
[Skinny Jeans]
"Mhm, no, Dean! Don't"
"What's wrong Cas? Too much for you to handle?" Dean pulled harder, loving the angel’s cute sounds and how his body twitches.
"It's not that, you're too wild!" said Castiel in a hushed tone, a moan escaping his mouth immediately after those words.
"But I thought you liked rough?" Castiel smacked him upside the head, glaring at Dean who grinned at him with pleading eyes. The angel sighed.
"Yeah, but this is too much! It doesn't want to go up!"
"Oh, Cas, I'll help you get it up, don't worry." Dean pulled harder again, upwards and downwards, over and over again.
"No, stop!"
"Why?" asked Dean, not stopping at all. It had to go in, damn it!
"Because...because..." Castiel bit his lip and looked downwards, as if ashamed to voice out his thoughts.
"Because?"
"Because the damn pants are too damn small and I can't get my ass inside it! I think it’s too fat." Dean paused, his hands releasing the skinny jeans, blinked and walked behind Castiel, checking said ass out.
"It ain't fat. I love your ass."
Castiel growled and smacked him on the head for the second time before he huffed and marched out the try-out rooms, walking through the clothing store only clad in his cherub boxershorts and grey t-shirt, forgetting to put his own denims back on that he had left with Dean.
Dean massaged his head, furrowed, took all their belongings with him and followed his angel out of shop, speaking to himself.
"Hell, don't have to be so angry, Cas. I'll go easier on you next time...and on your cute little bum."
Only after ten minutes and lots of stares by the passer-by’s, a jealous Dean who almost ripped off some sick bastards’ head, did Castiel realize that he was still pretty much half-naked.
From that day onwards, Castiel decided that he hated skinny jeans and that he would never consider trying one out again.