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Happy Halloween, Dean Winchester

Oct 31, 2011 06:09

One of the many things that Dean enjoyed about Halloween was that Sammy hated it. After the requisite amount of big-brother ribbing about how he needed to get out and enjoy himself, he was free to go out and be indecent as he wanted, without having to fret about running into his younger brother. Dean walked out of the costume shop in a woman's ( Read more... )

halloween, crowley/dean, crossroadskink, rp, crowley, crossdressing

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crossroadskink October 31 2011, 10:56:23 UTC

Crowley didn't dress in costume for Halloween, but that's not to say he didn't celebrate. It was a good time to angle in on people who might not otherwise sell their soul. It might not be honest to prey on people who didn't think you were serious about being a demon, but then, his job wasn't an honest one by any means. The night was young, and he already had a few souls under his belt, but he'd yet to find someone who piqued his interest enough to try and bed them - something he did now and then, convincing some fine specimen that it's how you seal the deal. He was in the mood for something slightly different tonight, he was having a hard time making up his mind...

...until he spotted a familiar but not-familiar-at-all sight. Dean Winchester in a sinfully short dress. He thought it was simple drag until Dean turned and he caught sight of the tail swaying from the back of his costume, and Crowley smirked, slow and easy as his eyes travelled down his body and back up. He had the legs to pull it off. The legs and the hips, and the ass ( ... )

winchester_lost October 31 2011, 11:15:45 UTC

Dean had been taking in the crowd, working on his second whiskey as he took in the crowd. Two drinks was usually enough to start the night, to make things warm and fuzzy and pleasant. He needed the alcohol to relax, to take the edge off, so that he wasn't worrying about anything except touch and voice and the potential of how the might move against him later on in the night. Tonight was little different, save with costumes, and less clothes than people usually wore ( ... )

crossroadskink October 31 2011, 11:35:21 UTC

"Oh, you know, the usual... a little work, a little pleasure..."

He made no effort to conceal the way he was eyeing Dean now. He was different dressed like this. It wasn't a lark, Sam wasn't somewhere in a similar outfit on a dare. No, Dean wanted to dress like this. That much was evident from the sway of his hips and that suggestive panty line, and the rather demure tone of voice. Crowley's smile was slow as he drank it all in, his eyes lingering over Dean's body before coming back up to look him in the eye.

"That's cute," he commented, eyes cast up to the horns as his hand moved proprietorially to Dean's hip. The curve of it beneath his palm didn't quite feel feminine, but he definitely had more shape to his body than most men.

"Are you a little demon cheerleader?" he asked, eyes crinkling with amusement as he came in a little closer, voice dipping lower. "You forgot the pom-poms..."

winchester_lost October 31 2011, 11:53:49 UTC

Dean was bad at backing down. Most of the time he was bad at realizing that he should. Those two facts were liable to get him into trouble, trouble that he might not regret but would know that he should. His hazel-green eyes were warm when they met Crowley's gaze; not as sharp or as biting as the usual glares he fixed the demon with that were all daggers and kill-you-later. Because this was different. Crowley's fingers were on his hip, and it made his skin heat, and quickened his heartrate ( ... )

crossroadskink October 31 2011, 12:12:14 UTC

The way Dean was fingering his tie suggested that Crowley had already won. He smiled down at Dean's hand and casually smoothed his tie back down, his fingers closing over Dean's in a gentle reproach. Even if his ass was practically falling out of that skirt, it was still no reason to touch the goods. Dean had no idea how much this tie was worth.

"I'm the King of Hell," he said with a smug grin, "Can't you tell?" he lifted the tie-smoothing hand in a 'ta-da' sort of gesture, showing off the goods. His suit was, as usual, exceptionally well fitted and clearly expensive. The colors were rich and with a hint of autumn in the tones.

His hand was still lingering on Dean's hip and he used it now to angle him in a little closer, hand slipping down to cup his ass as if he already had permission. The smile returned then, slow and knowing, and he leaned in close to talk into Dean's ear, "Nice attention to detail... ruffles?" he asked, fingertips brushing over his ass again, to be sure that's what he felt.

winchester_lost October 31 2011, 12:34:07 UTC

The almost scolding way that Crowley's fingers closed over the hunter's made Dean lips quirk into a playful sort of smile. He really had no clue in the least how much that tie was worth, he just knew it was expensive, and he liked the way it felt under his fingers. Dean arched an eyebrow at that comment, fighting to keep back a snicker at that declaration: he failed ( ... )

crossroadskink October 31 2011, 12:44:10 UTC

"It is quite short... I didn't know you were this kind of girl, Dean..." he smirked at him. He wasn't fooled. Dean's explanation wasn't one. The skirt was short and the panties were lacy, and neither had an effect on the other. He could just as easily have worn something else under. He liked the panties... and in turn, Crowley liked the incongruity. He liked the sensuous feel of the fabric. Well, of the lace. The she-demon costume's fabric wasn't particularly spectacular. Crowley could think of a few things he wouldn't mind seeing Dean in... silk that would skim his body, or rich velvet that would hug. Or simply lace, a fine sheer lace that would please all the senses at once and leave so little to the imagination.

"What do you say we get out of here, go somewhere a little quieter...?" the invitation was spoken against his ear, all heat and breath and dusky invitation.

winchester_lost October 31 2011, 13:58:54 UTC

In truth, Dean had expected the demon to be a bit more biting, cutting, when he'd realized it was Crowley standing behind him, and that the demon knew exactly who he was. The lack of Sammy or a pretty girl on his arm in something matching made the claim of a 'gag' far too transparent a lie to anyone that knew him. And Crowley did know him, after a manner of speaking. The demon had taken to popping into the Impala, and Dean hadn't stabbed him in the face for it. That definitely said something, though the Hunter definitely tried not to look too hard at exactly what that might be.

Dean murmured a little, just a hint of a vibration low in his throat as words whispered against his ear. Heated breath, smokey and rich and it sounded like promise. And so he smiled, a curl of full lips as he canted his head to the side, letting that warmth and interest in hazel-greens meet Crowley's eyes.

"The music here sucks anyway."

crossroadskink October 31 2011, 22:22:55 UTC

The music faded from around them, then. With Crowley's hand on Dean's hip, he took them both from the bar without so much as the bat of an eye. When they reappeared it was in a darkened room, much darker than the bar had been. It would take Dean a few moments for his vision to adjust, and in that time he'd feel something brush up against him from behind. Crowley had circled around him, moved in close and now both hands were on his sides ( ... )

winchester_lost October 31 2011, 22:59:05 UTC

Dean gasped softly as the music died, and he was plunged into darkness. There was a brief twinge, body tensing, as if he might have misjudged the situation. But, then there was warmth, a whisper of contact as the demon pressed up behind him, both hands on his sides, and Dean leaned back into it. He shivered at the words, the breath that breathed against his neck, and then the smooth drag of a clean-shaven cheek. Fingers sliding down the Hunter's side to grab his hip and then dragging him back so the tail attached to the dress pressed between their bodies ( ... )