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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CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-02 05:42 am (UTC)CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-02 05:45 am (UTC)CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-02 06:06 am (UTC)He swallows the bite he was chewing, and flails a little for a drink, bypassing his water and going for the beer sitting beside it. "I have never personally experienced it," he admits, "though my vessel has memories of intercourse with his wife.
And you are correct. Scripture does contain much about-- sex." And Santana as much as said she'd be happy to engage in it with him. As... thoughtful as her offer is, Castiel knows he would only do so with someone he feels emotional attachment to, and he has only just met her.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-02 06:22 am (UTC)"Really? What's that like? Like...can you kinda feel what it was like for him or something?"
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-02 07:30 am (UTC)Castiel has tried not to pry too far into Jimmy's memories. It feels invasive and disrespectful, and inconsiderate. Cas can't help that he needed a vessel, can't change that the experience for the vessel (if their mind survives at all) is like being chained to a comet. What he can do is respect the privacy of his vessel's mind as much as possible.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-02 08:02 am (UTC)CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-02 08:20 am (UTC)"That is a way of putting it."
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-02 08:25 am (UTC)"Well, how else would you put it? You should totally talk about it more, 'cause it's kinda hot."
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-03 02:19 am (UTC)And why would I wish to seem 'hot'?"
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-03 03:40 am (UTC)"Personally, I think we both succeeded." She shoots yet another look at the other two, then leans forward and lowers her voice. "Dean looks pretty hot, too."
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-04 06:11 am (UTC)Unless 'hot' is a word for something else?"
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-04 06:54 am (UTC)Good kisser." For example.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-04 08:44 am (UTC)I do not personally know if he is a good kisser. Nor if I am."
He wishes it wasn't so hard to keep up with her.
Re: CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-04 11:52 am (UTC)"Oh, well he is. We totally made out a month or so ago. You should kiss someone; they'll tell you if you're any good."
It's just helpful advice, really.