"Please?" Castiel asked, looking at Dean with pleading eyes
"Fine. But I am not wearing a damn suit, you hear me Cas" Dean huffed in reply
"Why not, Dean? It is the correct attire for this occasion" Castiel said looking appalled
Dean crossed his arms across his chest and tried – and failed – to glare as Cas. He could never look at him for long enough without getting distracted by those damn eyes of his.
"Fine. Whatever" he said after a while, making Castiel look up from the spot he had been staring intently at on the floor trying not to look too disappointed in Dean. "I'll wear a fancy shirt and that's as much as you're gonna get"
"But Dean, it is not the correct-" Cas tried to speak but Dean cut him off
" Don't push it, Cas. Or should I take away your special privileges?" Dean challenged with a smirk, knowing full well that he was going to win this little disagreement
"I would very much like to see you attempt to live without them" Castiel smirked "Maybe...you might have to if you refuse to wear the proper clothing"
Inside Dean's mind he floundered. He had not expected Castiel to challenge him, and the truth of the matter was that – if he was being totally honest with himself – he damn well liked it.
"A tie. A shirt and a tie. Will that make you happy?" Dean rushed his words and hoped that they would form a coherent and understandable sentence.
"Yes" Cas smiled, satisfied that he had achieved what he wanted
The smile was removed off of his face, however, as Dean grabbed his tie and proceeded to drag him towards their bed with it, and throw him down upon the bed and use said tie to bind his wrists together against the headboard.
"I guess ties do have their up sides" Dean said with a profound smile on his face.
A.N First Destiel fic I've ever written. It's not my finest work. Thanks for reading.