caslikescoffeeandfreckles:
While on Bourbon Street with my family we ran into a guy wearing pink underwear and holding a sign that said “spank me for $1” and after I finally got my shit together I was reminded of that destiel au going around where Dean loses a bet and has to give hugs without a shirt on…
So destiel au where Dean and his friends are in New Orleans watching a game and Dean’s team loses so he has to do whatever Sam says…
Twenty minutes and a lot of screaming later he’s standing on a corner on Bourbon Street in pink panties with a sign that says “spank me for $1” and all of his friends are cracking up from across the street, taking pictures and videos.
It’s still pretty early in the day so most people aren’t drunk enough to take him up on the offer but then Cas, who has been off exploring the rest of the Quarter, rejoins the group. He takes one look at Dean and Dean wants to DIE. His entire body flushes deeper than the shade of his panties and he’s horrified when Cas actually walks toward him with a soft smile and an arched brow.
Dean tries to cover himself with his sign and avoids eye contact. “Big time.”
“And this is the consequence?”
“Wanted to embarrass Sam,” Dean grumbles, shuffling his sneakered feet, the only other item of clothing he’d been allowed to wear.
Cas’s laugh tapers into something dark and Dean has to clutch his sign a little tighter. “Any takers yet?”
Dean gets redder, remembering a group of rather handsy college girls who had giggled their way down the street just ten minutes ago. “Just… ugh, just a few.”
Cas’s eyes rake up and down Dean’s body. He leans to the side a bit, peeking around Dean’s sign before he meets Dean’s eyes again and licks his lips. “Pity.”
Dean almost implodes right there because that is pure, unadulterated lust in Cas’s eyes and, dammit, Dean can’t breathe. “Cas, w-what… are you- are you hitting on me?”
“Have been for three years, you idiot, but if it takes you on a street corner in panties to finally notice, I’ll take it.”
Dean’s red head to toe already so he can’t really blush further but damn if his body doesn’t try. “I thought… I thought you were just being overly friendly.”
Cas rolls his eyes. “Yes, because friendliness is a trait often associated with me.”
And he has a point. Cas is awkward and brash and for god’s sake they’re in New Orleans for fall break with their closest friends and the man chose to go off by himself for three hours.
“I, umm-” Dean doesn’t really know how to approach this. “Cas, I really-”
“Dean, as happy as I am that we’re finally having this conversation, I would prefer that it take place somewhere without strangers looking at your ass.”
Dean looks around his shoulder and there’s another group of tourists giggling and snapping pictures of him. “I’m going to kill Sam.”
“Can it wait until after we talk? We can go back to the hotel.”
Dean’s eyes are drawn to where their friends are gathered, no longer jeering with their phones out but staring intently on Dean and Cas. “I still have like a half hour of this.”
“Hmm, well…” and Cas starts to dig him his pocket, making Dean’s jaw drop when he pulls out his wallet. “All I have is a fifty.” He looks genuinely disappointed.
“You are not spanking me fifty times!” Dean manages to sputter out, throat so dry it’s a miracle he can speak at all.
Cas smiles. “No, but it’s enough to buy those assholes we call friends a round of drinks so we can get out of here.”
Dean relaxes. “Oh. Yeah, okay.”
Cas offers his hand and Dean takes it with a warm flutter in his chest, smiling as he lets Cas lead him across the street because this is happening.
“We’ll save the spanking for later.”
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