I've had a long day at work...I needed a happy little distraction.
Playing Dress-Up!
"What the hell are you wearing, Dude?"
Sam lowered his book on ancient Aramaic deities and smiled incredulously at his older brother as Dean tuned a slow, deliberate, 'look-at-me' circle on the slippery marble of the library floor.
"I found 'em in the back of the big store room by the armory. It's a good look for me, don't you think, Sammy?"
The 'pleased-as-punch-with-himself' hunter grinned annoyingly as Sam shook his head, apprising his sibling's incongruous outfit critically.
Dean's usual grey t-shirt was tucked into black, English riding pants that were tight enough to have been sprayed on. They hugged the lean muscle of his long thighs before diving, at his sweetly-bowed knee, into chestnut-brown leather riding boots.
The unexpected ensemble was accented by the black crop held in Dean's hand that he tic-tocked, metronome style, against the high gloss of the boot.
"Now I just gotta find me something to ride!"
Dean drawled innocently.
ends
Well, I enjoyed it...Did you?