14: [Action] Night Moves
Dec. 30th, 2010 02:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dashboardlite[ooc; Double-date is for Dean, Castiel, Santana, and...the mystery date.]
"She was a black-haired beauty with big, dark eyes," Dean mumbles somewhat in-key, flicking his BIC lighter open and touching the flame to the candles settled on the table. He's done his best, really - someone as unromantic as Dean Winchester trying to plan anything remotely sexy (And not in the raw, natural way) is almost destined to fail in a spectacular fashion, but at least he tried. He's commandeered one of the unused studies on the first floor, yanking a table into the middle and arranging four chairs around it. There's plenty of food - the kitchen provided well: some fancy salad for whoever his date would be, something Italian (with breadsticks) for Santana, a burger for Cas, a steak for himself.
God, he's starving.
"...out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy," Dean chuckles, tucking his lighter away, "Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy...workin' on our night moves." He hums through the chorus, poking a plate on the table to one side to make it just right. He adjusts his tie with a little grimace. Dean doesn't look bad; in fact, he looks really good*, but it's only because the closet wouldn't give him anything else. Dean had asked it for something 'nicer', and after four times asking the same question he decided to take the goddamn striped shirt and tie and wear it.
Cas is supposed to show up soon. Before the dates arrive. Dean checks his watch and makes a face. "...c'mon, Cas. It's show time." Shuffling over to the chaise lounge in front of the fireplace, he throws himself on fine, silk fabric with a little sigh.
With any luck, he might get some action tonight.
Finally.
*Exhibit A:
"She was a black-haired beauty with big, dark eyes," Dean mumbles somewhat in-key, flicking his BIC lighter open and touching the flame to the candles settled on the table. He's done his best, really - someone as unromantic as Dean Winchester trying to plan anything remotely sexy (And not in the raw, natural way) is almost destined to fail in a spectacular fashion, but at least he tried. He's commandeered one of the unused studies on the first floor, yanking a table into the middle and arranging four chairs around it. There's plenty of food - the kitchen provided well: some fancy salad for whoever his date would be, something Italian (with breadsticks) for Santana, a burger for Cas, a steak for himself.
God, he's starving.
"...out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy," Dean chuckles, tucking his lighter away, "Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy...workin' on our night moves." He hums through the chorus, poking a plate on the table to one side to make it just right. He adjusts his tie with a little grimace. Dean doesn't look bad; in fact, he looks really good*, but it's only because the closet wouldn't give him anything else. Dean had asked it for something 'nicer', and after four times asking the same question he decided to take the goddamn striped shirt and tie and wear it.
Cas is supposed to show up soon. Before the dates arrive. Dean checks his watch and makes a face. "...c'mon, Cas. It's show time." Shuffling over to the chaise lounge in front of the fireplace, he throws himself on fine, silk fabric with a little sigh.
With any luck, he might get some action tonight.
Finally.
*Exhibit A:
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Re: [action]
Date: 2010-12-30 10:02 am (UTC)He headtilts. "And do you mean you become cold when I look at you?"
[action]
Date: 2010-12-30 10:12 am (UTC)"Wow, Cas, tell me how you really feel," He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. Pretty much every relationship Dean has ever had has been a one-night-stand (Or a weekend-stand, but those are fairly rare), and he respects the crap out of the
majority of thewomen he fornicates with. Hell, if they enjoy it, why can't he? Commitment's a bitch.He ignores the question about playing footsie, because clearly Cas won't be doing that today. "It's not...no, it's not like the cold kind of tingly." This is awkward to explain. With a sigh, Dean continues. "Like the good kind; the one that makes you feel good. Inside. Yeah."
He hopes that makes sense. It's just a figure of speech, after all.
Re: [action]
Date: 2010-12-31 04:58 am (UTC)He looks around again, notes that there are four place-settings at the table, and asks, "So when will the other couple arrive?" He's pretty sure that's how dates work: in couples. And if he and Dean are one, logically there should be a second. Unless there is a human custom of switching plates during meals he doesn't know about -- like the baffling thing Dean did with Sam at a stoplight once, 'Chinese Fire Drill' Cas thinks it was called.