Day Seven - Cosplaying

(a continuation of day three)

"Sam! Hurry up, man, we're going to be late!" Dean called, pinning on the insignia to his yellow shirt. He looked in the mirror a final time to check his costume and ran his hand through his hair, which was combed (very classily) to the side. Hell yeah. "Hey, Cas," he said to the angel, "lemme see."

Castiel was across the room, pulling on the long-sleeved blue shirt over his tight black t-shirt. He smoothed out his black slacks and turned to look at Dean. "How does it look?" the angel asked. Dean grinned and tossed him his pin.

"Awesome."

The boys were headed to a Star Trek convention in Chicago. They happened to be passing through at the time, and after Dean and Cas had their movie night, they were both excited to go and drag Sam along with them. Dean, of course, was Kirk, and that meant that Cas had to be Spock. Dean had gone out and bought their shirts and hand drawn the insignia, and even sewed gold rope to the sleeves for the rank braids (though not very well; his sewing skills were not up to par). Sam was kind of pissed when Dean threw a red shirt at him and told him he was going to be Nyota, just not as hot, but he wasn't going to miss out on the action. It was rumored that William Shatner himself was going to be speaking at the convention, not to mention the guys that played Chekov and Sulu and Scotty in the newest movie. No way that any of them, especially Dean, could pass up that opportunity.

"C'mere, Cas," Dean beckoned, pointing to the chair in front of him. "We need to do your eyebrows!" Dean had found some cheap-ass makeup at this costume store that would cover up Castiel's real eyebrows so that he could draw Spock's cool ones on instead. So Cas sat down, and Dean whispered, "Close your eyes." The angel obeyed, and Dean started brushing the makeup on carefully until both of Cas' eyebrows were covered. His fingers brushed gently over Castiel's temples. "Sorry, Cas, I've got to do this to draw them on. I'm almost finished, though."

Cas kept a straight face. "I don't mind."

Once Dean had finished drawing on the eyebrows, he looked down and noticed that Cas' eyes were still closed. He wasn't that far away. Dean could so easily just lean down and kiss him right then, and it would take so little effort. His eyes darted down to Castiel's lips. They were chapped, dry like always, but he watched Cas' tongue dart out and wet them, lips hanging partially open, and Dean had never wanted to kiss anyone more in his entire life. But of course, Cas just had to open one of his eyes just a crack, peeking up at Dean. "How does it look?" he asked eagerly.

Dean forced a smile. "It looks so awesome, Cas. You look just like Spock." Cas grinned and stood up to go look in the mirror. Dean exhaled in frustration. So close.

Cas turned back around. "Shall we be going, then?" He stood near the door, waiting.

"Sammy! Come on, we're leaving!" Dean yelled. There was a muffled reply from the direction of the bathroom, but he ignored it. He pulled the door open and swept his hand out, motioning for Castiel to go first. "After you, Commander."

Cas smiled. "Thank you, Captain," he replied teasingly. Dean raised his hand, separating his middle and ring finger.

"Live long and prosper," he said in a goofy voice, and they both laughed as they left the motel room. Dean watched Cas as he walked to the Impala, blue shirt stretching delightfully across the muscles of his back when he swung his arms and reached for the car door. Dean sighed again. He would have to tell Cas about his feelings sooner or later, before this got more out of hand than it already was.

Soon, he told himself. Soon.