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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 November 1 2011, 08:42:55 UTC

"Ghosts deserve what they get," Crowley said. He was enjoying this. On the one hand, he really should be giving Dean a hard time about this, harassing him about his obvious love of wearing women's clothes, the fact that he was using Halloween as an excuse... but the effect was spectacular. He'd long felt that Dean wasn't dressing to his best advantage, but he hadn't quite taken it this far. As it happened, he quite approved of this, the slight curves of his body exposed.

"It's mine," he cooed against Dean's ear, his hand coming up to catch in his hair in a fist and jerk his head to the side, letting his teeth drag over the soft skin where his neck and shoulder met. "Not against using other peoples' houses for my amusement, though..." he grinned, lips trailing up Dean's neck towards his ear. "I'm going to hazard a guess this isn't your first foray into ladies clothes..."

winchester_lost November 1 2011, 09:12:48 UTC

It was possibly that approval that made this acceptable, even though it was so wrong. Crowley had caught something Dean hid from everyone that knew him, even his brother, especially his brother, and the demon, for whatever reason, hadn't torn him apart. It was like Dean had handed him a knife and gotten the flat side instead of the blade. It was interesting, not what he'd expected, a sort of kindness that made the husky whisper of Crowley's voice and the slide of his fingers more appealing ( ... )

crossroadskink November 1 2011, 10:37:08 UTC

This wasn't usually Crowley's thing. When he had sex with humans, it was always a con, he told them it was sealing the deal, a way to make official their deal to hand over their soul for whatever it was that they wanted so badly. This isn't like that. This is simple attraction. Dean's gorgeous and he knows it, and apparently Crowley was right; he swung both ways. More than swung both ways, he dabbled in other decidedly unvanilla avenues. Crowley wondered what else tickled his fancy, what other kinks he was hiding that he didn't let out that often ( ... )

winchester_lost November 1 2011, 11:14:12 UTC

Dean had a rather extensive list of kinks, he'd discovered, though a fair number of them had hardly seen the light of the day in years. This one, at least, Halloween and his brother's hatred of the season made for at least one occasion he could count on. But, while Crowley may have found out about this particular deviance, Dean doesn't have plans to reveal the others. This was enough of a risk as it was; Dean didn't plan on digging himself into a hole he couldn't climb out of so quickly ( ... )

crossroadskink November 2 2011, 09:48:27 UTC

Dean didn't give even a moment's hesitation. As soon as the words were uttered, he was stripping. Crowley had to wonder if the skill he was showing in this was from extensive experience watching women strip, or whether he'd done this before for someone else ( ... )

winchester_lost November 2 2011, 10:27:48 UTC

He liked that flash in Crowley's eyes, watching it, watching the demon's eyes on his body. It was hot, intoxicating, searing and sexual in all sorts of good ways that made that erection twitch against the soft fabric of those ruffled panties. Crowley didn't seem to mind the scars, but then he'd had to know that with the lives the Winchesters led, the skin beneath cheap metallic polyester would be anything but perfect.

He watched that expensive tie as Crowley slid it from around his neck and tossed it away carelessly -- it made his lips quirk because Dean remembered how concerned about it the demon had seemed earlier. But then there were words, dark and breathy, and far too fucking true, and it made Dean's breath catch in his throat, body pausing with hips canted to one side as he looked at the demon, and couldn't quite be bothered with attempting a snappy retort. Because he liked this -- of course, if Crowley thought it was going to make him any less mouthy later, he was going to be very disappointed ( ... )