Written for comment_fic on livejournal. Prompt was alternate uses for Cas' tie, Dean/Cas
Dean walked over and rested his hand on the loose cloth around Cas' neck.
"Something troubles you, Dean."
"Yeah, your tie. It's always loose, just hanging there."
"My employers encourage us to dress comfortably."
"Deadpan, Cas. I like it. But seriously, let me just -" Dean tied the tie properly and straightened it.
"It bothered you to see me unkempt?" Cas asked, amused.
"Yeah, it was distracting," Dean said, turning away to avoid Cas' intense gaze. Distracting is right, Dean thought to himself, every time I look at that damn tie hanging there, flapping around, I think about using it to tie your hands to a headboard. And then I think of blindfolding you while I make you guess what I'm going to do to you next. And then I think of wrapping that piece of polyester around your --
Dean's thoughts were interrupted as he suddenly noticed the tie in Cas' hand, being held out to Dean. "It fell off, Dean," Cas explained, "Would you like to tie it for me again?"
Dean stared at him for a second, in guilt then in understanding. "How long have you sensed what I wanted to do with that tie, Cas?"
"Since the first time I wore it."
"Playing hard to get, huh?"
"Not playing. I am very hard to get, Dean. But once you get me ...."
Dean smiled and took the tie from Cas' hands. He flung it around the back of Cas' neck and used it to pull Cas in for a kiss. "I got you," Dean said, his face almost still touching Cas', "In every possible sense of the word, I got you."