Dean Winchester (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hasperkynipples) wrote2009-10-26 05:21 pm
hasperkynipples) wrote2009-10-26 05:21 pm
[MM] Oooooo kinky
[Set in the Detective AU. Cas is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
soldier_ofgod and used with permission from her mun who made a request for future!fic with Dean and Cas and the prompt “wedding.” I couldn’t not do this. Tell Cas I’m sorry. Sam is likely_evil, and isn’t used with permission so much as general assumption? And he really shouldn’t be complaining of my use of him in this.]
He was pretty sure that Cas was going to kill him.
Actually, he was pretty sure everyone was going to kill him. Putting an alcoholic in the middle of an alcohol-loaded bachelor party was a bad idea—even he could see it—and give Dean’s track record, it wasn’t really a way to keep him on the wagon, but he could handle it. This was worth the risk. And, as the best man, he would be remiss if he didn’t fulfill his duties to the best of his ability. And Dean could throw a damn good bachelor party.
Frankly, he felt that he owed Cas this. The guy had been there with him through a lot. Hell, if it wasn’t for Lucas Devine he would be dead right now, and he knew it. So he was giving the man his due. And he felt that his due happened to involve renting out Cy Wellington’s Gentleman’s Club for the night, flooding the place with coworkers, friends, and pretty girls, and just letting everyone there have a damn good time.
He just couldn’t let Cas know what he was doing. The whole aforementioned killing thing. No matter how painful his impending death may be, though, the look on Cas’s face when they removed the blindfold was absolutely worth it. And with the incredibly fantastic rack in his face, he knew he’d be going down with a smile.
Angelica was gyrating in his lap and he was watching her intently when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw Sam smirking behind him. “Dude, I think Cas is bailing.”
“What?” Dean frowned, snapping his head around and spotting Cas starting to inch his way towards the door. Sighing heavily, he slipped a twenty in Angelica’s g-string before pushing up and out of the chair. He didn’t even blink before shoving Sam down in his place. “Sammy, Angelica. Angelica, Sammy.”
“Dean, I—”
Dean just pulled out a larger bill, and handed it to the girl with a smile. “Show him a good time.”
“Yes, sir, Officer.”
“Dean!”
Dean just smirked as he eeled his way through the crowd, and once he broke through, he started running, dodging in front of Cas right before he got to the door. “You know, it looks pretty bad when the groom is ditching his own bachelor party.”
The look Cas was giving him was a full-blown glower. “I didn’t want a bachelor party, Dean.”
“Cas,” he sighed, sliding an arm around his friend’s shoulders. “Cas, Cas, Cas. You’re getting married. This is your last night as a free agent. Enjoy it.”
Cas was still glowering before glancing over at the glass in his friend’s hand. “Have you been drinking?” Of course. Deflect to Dean’s vices to avoid developing a few of his own.
“No, I haven’t been drinking,” Dean rolled his eyes. “It’s just Coke. No rum. And that doesn’t make my point any less valid.”
Cas sighed slightly, but he didn’t look any happier. “Did it have to be at a strip club?”
“What the hell kind of a question is that? Of course there had to be strippers.” Dean was looking at his friend as though he had just grown another head, before taking Cas by the shoulders and pushing him down into the chair. “Hey! Bar keep! A drink for the dead man walking.”
“Dean—” Cas began and Dean held up his hand, cutting him off as he sat on the arm of the chair.
“Look. I got it, this isn’t really your thing, but this is your last chance to actually try. It’s on my dime, so just sit back, enjoy it, and go marry your girl tomorrow.” Cas still looked apprehensive, but Dean just took the arm of the girl who happened to be walking by. “Jasmine, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, Dean?”
“This is Cas. He’s the groom. He’s also a stripper virgin.”
“Kinky.”
“This one’s on me,” he grinned, handing off the cash and starting to walk away. Jasmine reached over, bracing herself on the arms of the chairs, and Cas looked terrified.
“Dean?”
“Don’t worry, baby,” she purred. “I’ll be gentle.”
Dean just grinned as he walked away, taking another sip of his drink and taking a glance around the room. Yeah, he was going to be dead tomorrow. But looking around at where he was tonight?
Totally worth it.
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soldier_ofgod and used with permission from her mun who made a request for future!fic with Dean and Cas and the prompt “wedding.” I couldn’t not do this. Tell Cas I’m sorry. Sam is likely_evil, and isn’t used with permission so much as general assumption? And he really shouldn’t be complaining of my use of him in this.]He was pretty sure that Cas was going to kill him.
Actually, he was pretty sure everyone was going to kill him. Putting an alcoholic in the middle of an alcohol-loaded bachelor party was a bad idea—even he could see it—and give Dean’s track record, it wasn’t really a way to keep him on the wagon, but he could handle it. This was worth the risk. And, as the best man, he would be remiss if he didn’t fulfill his duties to the best of his ability. And Dean could throw a damn good bachelor party.
Frankly, he felt that he owed Cas this. The guy had been there with him through a lot. Hell, if it wasn’t for Lucas Devine he would be dead right now, and he knew it. So he was giving the man his due. And he felt that his due happened to involve renting out Cy Wellington’s Gentleman’s Club for the night, flooding the place with coworkers, friends, and pretty girls, and just letting everyone there have a damn good time.
He just couldn’t let Cas know what he was doing. The whole aforementioned killing thing. No matter how painful his impending death may be, though, the look on Cas’s face when they removed the blindfold was absolutely worth it. And with the incredibly fantastic rack in his face, he knew he’d be going down with a smile.
Angelica was gyrating in his lap and he was watching her intently when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw Sam smirking behind him. “Dude, I think Cas is bailing.”
“What?” Dean frowned, snapping his head around and spotting Cas starting to inch his way towards the door. Sighing heavily, he slipped a twenty in Angelica’s g-string before pushing up and out of the chair. He didn’t even blink before shoving Sam down in his place. “Sammy, Angelica. Angelica, Sammy.”
“Dean, I—”
Dean just pulled out a larger bill, and handed it to the girl with a smile. “Show him a good time.”
“Yes, sir, Officer.”
“Dean!”
Dean just smirked as he eeled his way through the crowd, and once he broke through, he started running, dodging in front of Cas right before he got to the door. “You know, it looks pretty bad when the groom is ditching his own bachelor party.”
The look Cas was giving him was a full-blown glower. “I didn’t want a bachelor party, Dean.”
“Cas,” he sighed, sliding an arm around his friend’s shoulders. “Cas, Cas, Cas. You’re getting married. This is your last night as a free agent. Enjoy it.”
Cas was still glowering before glancing over at the glass in his friend’s hand. “Have you been drinking?” Of course. Deflect to Dean’s vices to avoid developing a few of his own.
“No, I haven’t been drinking,” Dean rolled his eyes. “It’s just Coke. No rum. And that doesn’t make my point any less valid.”
Cas sighed slightly, but he didn’t look any happier. “Did it have to be at a strip club?”
“What the hell kind of a question is that? Of course there had to be strippers.” Dean was looking at his friend as though he had just grown another head, before taking Cas by the shoulders and pushing him down into the chair. “Hey! Bar keep! A drink for the dead man walking.”
“Dean—” Cas began and Dean held up his hand, cutting him off as he sat on the arm of the chair.
“Look. I got it, this isn’t really your thing, but this is your last chance to actually try. It’s on my dime, so just sit back, enjoy it, and go marry your girl tomorrow.” Cas still looked apprehensive, but Dean just took the arm of the girl who happened to be walking by. “Jasmine, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, Dean?”
“This is Cas. He’s the groom. He’s also a stripper virgin.”
“Kinky.”
“This one’s on me,” he grinned, handing off the cash and starting to walk away. Jasmine reached over, bracing herself on the arms of the chairs, and Cas looked terrified.
“Dean?”
“Don’t worry, baby,” she purred. “I’ll be gentle.”
Dean just grinned as he walked away, taking another sip of his drink and taking a glance around the room. Yeah, he was going to be dead tomorrow. But looking around at where he was tonight?
Totally worth it.
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Actually, he wasn't expecting Cas to drink that much, he was more worried about Pam finding out about the strippers.