A/N: Feeling really guilty for the long wait. I had been having several occasions that are really hindering my writing. After a while of trying to figure out what Team Free Will should cosplay as, I finally decided to go with my other fandom for reference. Ten thousand points if you'd seen the show (I'm pretty sure a lot of you have). The whole fic was supposed to be very light-hearted and quirky, but somehow, some heartwarming feels sneak in. Ah well. I must say that I am not too pleased with this chapter because I really ran out of ideas for the plot, so I apologize. Just a heads up, I will definitely not be able to write this fic regularly, but I will finish the challenge eventually. Thank you for sticking with it.
Day 7: Cosplaying
"I look ridiculous," grumbled Dean sourly as he stood in front of the dirty mirror in their latest motel's bathroom. Usually, vanity isn't something he entertained himself with, but the hunter couldn't help the grimace shaping his normally cool façade. He donned a plain beige cable-knitted sweater, the type that seemed like a gift from one's parents; dark jeans, thank god at least for that; and a black jacket similar to his dark green one, which he was grateful for.
"Hey, could be worse," called a voice behind him and Dean turned to face his younger brother wearing the longest coat he'd ever seen, well, aside from Cas' trench coat. It appeared to be one of those 'fancy' peacoats that city people seemed to wear and Dean couldn't help, but snickered. Underneath, Sam wore a purple fitting shirt, a black blazer over it, and dress pants. The duo had to sneak into several stores before finding what they were needed.
"No shit, Sherlock," he said, grinning widely at the bitchface directed specially at him, "Oh, dude, you forgot something." Dean walked to the corner of the room and pulled out the final product that'll complete the outfit.
"Aw, man, no," Sam whined when the older Winchester put the deerstalker on his head and fell back onto the bed with laughter. Sam walked towards the mirror and glared at his reflection. At least it wasn't another Supernatural convention, Sam thought sarcastically. A fluttering sound interrupted his thoughts briefly, but younger Winchester was unfazed by the familiar sound and continued staring at the mirror, which slightly reflected the back of a trench coat.
"Hey, babe, what's up?" Sam heard coming from Dean, but the angel was blocking his body from his view. Sam couldn't see his brother's face from this angle, but he knew the atmosphere had changed to one of a homecoming tenderness.
As much as Sam liked to shudder from the change of his brother's behavior to a more intimate one, he couldn't help the soft, happy feelings he had every time Cas appears to Dean. The older Winchester finally had something, or in this case, someone to fight for, instead of the responsibility he felt he had to carry in order to save the world. Sure, Dean had Sam, but brothers will grow apart and live their own lives separately. They both knew this, no matter how hard they fight to stay together. Someday, if the war ends, they must part, not because it's the right thing to do, but because it's their reward to seek what they want for themselves, not anyone else. And for Dean, this damaged, but not broken, angel was his light at the end of the tunnel.
"I just thought that since I have no lead at the moment, I should drop by and see how you're doing," Cas replied, shifting a little hesitantly as he looked down at his hunter sitting at the edge of the bed.
"C'mere, you," Dean grinned and leaned forward to grab his angel's torso, wrapping his arms firmly around them. Although it had only been a day since they had seen each other, Dean couldn't help, but slightly worry for his safety. Cas may be an angel, but he was not indestructible. The blue eyes widen for a short moment when he was suddenly pulled forward, but soften as the brought up one hand to gently stroke Dean's short dark blond. He missed his caress, his warm arms holding him like he would never let him go.
Dean's face was tilted slightly downward and lightly pressed into the angel's abdomen, cushioned barely by the tie and dress shirt. He inhaled deeply and sighed, missing his scent. They'd been together as a couple for almost a month now, but nothing much has changed, besides the obvious disappearance of personal space between them. The most they'd done was making out and lying together in bed, fully clothed of course, but Dean had not pressed any further. When the time comes, he will demonstrate the most profound, physical bond he could share with another being, and it will be special. As for now, he was contented with just this.
Sam, having nothing else to do in front of the mirror besides fidgeting, cleared his throat loudly. He heard a muffled, annoyed groan coming from his brother directed towards him and in the mirror, the younger Winchester saw, out of the corner of his eye, the couple pulling away from each other reluctantly. Really, with this constantly happening, Sam wished he had somewhere better to go instead of being a third wheel. Maybe later, but right now, they're about to run late.
"Hey, we have to go now. You two can do whatever the hell you want after we're done. Let's go," Sam said and began walking out the door, but Dean grabbed his forearm before he could.
"Wait, what about Cas? If he's coming, then he'll need a costume as well." The duo glanced at the angel starring quizzically at them.
"You just want to see him in an outfit," Sam rolled his eyes as Dean shrugged, then studied Cas for a moment, "Just take out that trench coat. With what you have under, you can be Moriarty."
"Who is this Moriarty?" Cas asked as he took off his coat, leaving him with the suit beneath it. Dean whistled, looking at the angel up and down.
"You'll find out soon enough," Sam said as he shoved the two out the door at last.
