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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Date: 2010-12-31 03:32 am (UTC)[Almost there!]
How's my makeup? [She needs to look HOT. :|]
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Date: 2010-12-31 04:03 am (UTC)It looks fine to me. I'm sure Cas will approve, whether he's batting Team Gay or not.
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Date: 2010-12-31 04:15 am (UTC)Good. Okay, so we're here. You're not gonna make a fool of yourself or anything, right?
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Date: 2010-12-31 05:04 am (UTC)Of course not. [] Despite being stuck in the hell that is Lima, Ohio, I have all of the social graces of the most elite of elites. It's not even a question.
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Date: 2010-12-31 05:07 am (UTC)[But she will be super sweet now, see?] But I guess I can give you the benefit of the doubt or whatever.
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Date: 2010-12-31 05:10 am (UTC)[]
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Date: 2010-12-31 05:23 am (UTC)Surely Cas is mistaken. He and Dean aren't a couple. Not only is that just weird, but...he's not gay. At all. Doesn't swing that way. Never has, never will. There has never been any moment of doubt, either, because there is just something way too nice about a seductively curvy form that Dean doesn't think he could ever diverge from that. Ever.
"Dude, we're not a couple," He corrects the angel pointedly, reaching out to button up Castiel's shirt, smoothing the collar down and tightening his tie. Was he always this rumpled? "It's me and one chick, and you and another chi-"
He stops as the door clicks, and Dean releases Castiel's blazer in favor of tucking both hands into his jean pockets, turning to face his guests. Santana looks horribly, temptingly hot, as predicted, and his date is-
Kurt.
Oh...my God. I'm going to kill her. I'm going to fucking kill her.
Dean gives Santana a look - a look that encompasses all manner of twitchy anger and I know you're up to something, you conniving bitch - and forces a smile to his face to cover up the immediate shock. He clears his throat. "...uh. Santana and...Kurt. This is Cas. Cas, you know-" He gestures a little in Kurt's direction before waving his hand at the other teenager. "...Yeah. And this is Santana. Your...date."
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Date: 2010-12-31 05:44 am (UTC)"...what," says Cas eloquently, then swallows as he takes in Santana's skin, and dress, and.... skin. Teenage girls should not be terrifying. Perhaps this is a latent vessel-memory of Jimmy Novak's bafflement in raising a daughter. Yes.
He wracks his brains for etiquette, and settles on extending his hand to Santana. Even from here, she smells odd. Like a -lady- the Dean-voice in his head supplies. Cas inwardly steels himself. "Hello," he says to her, and nodding to Kurt, "Hello again, Kurt."