[ Dean watches as the girl behind the register goes running, and then he turns his head towards the commotion and... Cas... did you punch a girl in the face? Because that's kind of the impression he's getting here. Dean drops the basket and goes stomping off to the dressing room, and there's Cas, holding her sweater to cover her with nothing underneath, and no one else around. ]
Cas?
[ Dean just stares for a minute, lost somewhere between confused, angry, and really damn turned on, before he's grabbing Cas by her bare shoulders and ushering her back into the dressing room. There's no shouts of "you can't go in there" or anything like that, because Cas mauled that attendant. Which, you know, that sucks. But it leaves Dean free to shove Cas back into one of the changing rooms, to shut the door and push her up against the smooth wall opposite the mirror and kiss her hard.
And he's been waiting to do this for what feels like ages, maybe longer, and he doesn't know where to put his hands first, because he wants them all over her, all at once. He starts with her face, and her neck, but his hands move quick. He grabs her thighs, up to her ass under the skirt. And then he's pulling that sweater away from where it's caught between them, and squeezing her breasts. And Jesus Christ, they're nice breasts. The whole time he's pawing at her, he keeps kissing her like he's starved for it. And they probably don't have long before someone figures it out and comes to grab them, but it's worth it. There's freaking panties and bras all over the bench behind him and God, is it worth it. ]
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Cas?
[ Dean just stares for a minute, lost somewhere between confused, angry, and really damn turned on, before he's grabbing Cas by her bare shoulders and ushering her back into the dressing room. There's no shouts of "you can't go in there" or anything like that, because Cas mauled that attendant. Which, you know, that sucks. But it leaves Dean free to shove Cas back into one of the changing rooms, to shut the door and push her up against the smooth wall opposite the mirror and kiss her hard.
And he's been waiting to do this for what feels like ages, maybe longer, and he doesn't know where to put his hands first, because he wants them all over her, all at once. He starts with her face, and her neck, but his hands move quick. He grabs her thighs, up to her ass under the skirt. And then he's pulling that sweater away from where it's caught between them, and squeezing her breasts. And Jesus Christ, they're nice breasts. The whole time he's pawing at her, he keeps kissing her like he's starved for it. And they probably don't have long before someone figures it out and comes to grab them, but it's worth it. There's freaking panties and bras all over the bench behind him and God, is it worth it. ]