Sammy held out one of Bobby's old hats and every male put an item of their own in so that they could distinguish who was picked easily. They blindfolded you and spun you around so that you were disoriented. You reached in and you could hear several guys hold their breaths. You finally found something and grabbed a silky, thin object. You pulled off the blindfold and looked at it. Fabric? You looked around and you saw every man smirking in the room. Except,...
"Go get her, Cas!" Dean told him. Castiel, in fact, had a redder face than a fire truck. You weren't much better. You started heading to the closet, but you hit your knee on the coffee table. You hissed in pain and Castiel was immediately at your side. He keeled down and you squealed when he picked you up bridal style. Dean did a thumbs up at him and then, you two were finally in the closet. He set you down on the floor and healed you.
*VERY awkward couple of seconds*
He finally broke the silence. "You know,... we don't have to do anything... if you don't want to..." You could still see him blushing and you smiled kindly.
"Do you want to do anything Cas?" You asked sweetly. His eyes grew wide as your dress sleeve started to slip down your arm. "Cas?" You followed his eyes to your chest and laughed a little, slipping your other sleeve down your arm. You straddled his lap and caressed his face with one of your hands, your other at his shirt, unbuttoning it rapidly. He finally leaned in and kissed you fiercely, and you could tell he had been wanting to do that for awhile. You removed his shirt and trench coat, leaving only his tie and his bare, muscular chest.
"Cassie?" You whimpered and you reached your free hand back, trying to unzip your dress. He, of course, happily obliged and removed your whole dress. He stopped for a second and admired you, smiling as he continued kissing you. You grounded your hips onto his pant covered ones and you painted, desperate for friction.
*FLASH*
Your eyes flew open and looked at the door to find Sam and the others, except Dean, gawking at the two of you.
Dean was grinning when he said, "Each and every one of you owe me ten bucks."