Day 07: Cosplaying

Title: Dr. Sexy Or Castiel (Easy Choice)

Summary: There's a convention in town, and Dean is adamant about attending. Meanwhile, Cas is adamant about saving a bee, and Sam is adamant about staying out of this whole chaos entirely.

"I can't believe you actually drove us here just for this." Sam complained, looking at Dean in his outfit with utter disdain.

Dean rolled his eyes, sitting down on the motel bed to pull on his cowboy boots, "Dude, we're in the middle of the apocalypse, the angels and demons are fighting over us like we're Willy Wonka's golden ticket, and you're whining about this?"

"I just think it's a waste of time," Sam sighed out as he looked back to his laptop screen, already knowing that his words would only fall on deaf ears, "I mean, there's a pack of werewolves terrorizing a small town in New Hampshire, and we're here just so you can fangirl over a fictional character."

Dean raised a warning finger at him, "Hey, just because Dr. Sexy isn't real doesn't mean my love for him isn't." Sam rolled his eyes and sighed, deciding to just drop it.

Dean ignored his buzz-killing bitch of a brother and glanced over at the bathroom, asking loudly, "Hey Cas, you almost ready?"

"Dean, I still don't understand," The angel said with perplexity on his face, walking out of the bathroom in a male nurse uniform, "Why are we dressing up in deceiving outfits from the medical field when it's not for a case?"

"It's for fun. Like Halloween," Dean told him with a shrug, his eyes dragging up and down the angel's attire, "By the way...you're lookin' good, Stefan."

Castiel gave him an almost offended look, "My name is Castiel."

"No, Cas," Dean said with a sigh, staring at the endearing angel exasperatedly, "That's the character you're cosplaying. He's the smart, clever nurse that's Dr. Sexy's best friend...and unofficial secret lover, in my opinion."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Can you stop swooning over your OTP and just leave already. This ship talking is giving me a headache."

Dean and Cas stare at him with identical confused expressions as Dean demanded, "What the fuck is an OTP?"

"And we weren't talking about large vessels used for transporting people and goods by sea." Cas added, tilting his head.

"OTP means Official Top..." He trailed off when he saw their blank looks and waved them off, continuing curtly, "You know what? Never mind. Just go to your stupid convention."

With one more curious glance at him, Dean and Castiel opened the door and left the motel room. Before the door closed, Sam couldn't help but adding in a mutter, "Happy sailing, you two."

"Hey, Cas?" Dean began as they walked through the parking lot to the Impala, "You think Sam's on acid or something?"

Dean felt his eyes go wide when they stepped into the building, actual excitement shooting through his body as he took in his overwhelming surroundings. The convention was covered in fans dressed as varying characters and taking pictures with the actors of the show.

"Look, Cas!" Dean said as he pointed at the cast that was signing autographs, sounding like a kid in a candy store, "It's Doctor Piccolo! And look, Johnny Drake is next to her!"

"I thought you said they were actors," Castiel said, "Are they certified in the medical field as well?"

"Come on," Dean insisted, ignoring the angel's question as he walked further into the building and scanned the room, "We gotta find..." He cut off when his gaze landed on him.

"Cas, it's him," Dean said with a toothy grin, unable to tear his eyes off the actor to glance back at his boyfriend, "It's Dr. Sexy!" When Castiel didn't respond, Dean's brow furrowed as he turned around, "Cas?" But the angel wasn't behind him.

Panic boiled in Dean's gut as he pushed pass crazed fans and searched of his boyfriend, "Where the hell are you? Cas?" At the fifth time of searching the room and coming up with no angel, Dean concluded that he must have left the convention. Whether his departure was by choice or by force was what the green eyed hunter was worried about.

He's probably fine, Dean tried to assure himself, he's an angel, remember? He disappears all the time. Still, even with that logical reasoning, he was worried about him. He was an angel, for crying out loud; the nerdy little guy didn't know how to function in the world without him or Sam. And what if he were in trouble? What if he was counting on Dean to break out of his ridiculous stupor and go search for him?

But Dr. Sexy. This was a rare opportunity to meet the guy he's been secretly swooning over for the last six months, and Dean was going to throw that away on the slim chance Cas was in danger?

You bet your sorry ass he was.

It took him three hours to finally find Castiel. He in the local park, crouched down in front of the flowerbed with his intense focus locked on a bumblebee.

"Cas," Dean sighed out in relief once he reached him, "What are you doing?"

"This is Edgar," Cas said, eyes locked on the bee as it danced around his head, "Yesterday, I saved him from a bug zapper that was perched outside the motel. We formed a bond."

Dean furrowed his brow at his declaration, remaining silent for a moment before he finally said sarcastically, "Um...okay. That still doesn't answer the million dollar question: why'd you leave me at the convention?"

"Edgar was being terrorized by a menacing feline," Cas informed him, finally peeling his gaze off of the insect to gaze at the hunter, "He was sending brainwaves of panic and distress to me. I had to save him."

"And you didn't bother to give me a heads up before you disappeared?" Dean demanded, trying to keep his voice as even and light as possible to concern his previous worry, "Cas, I had no idea where you were. You need to check in before you go on some weird crusade."

"I'm sorry," He said, "I was going to come back right away, but I became...sidetracked." The angel then cocked his head, asking, "So how was the convention, Dean?"

Dean sighed, raking a hand through his hair, "I, uh...I didn't stay long. "

The angel paused, noticing the tightness in Dean's expression, before his face lit up in realization and regret, "Dean, I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking..."

Dean sighed, smiling tightly as he observed coolly, "You didn't really want to go to that thing, did you?"

Castiel glanced away, replying softly, "My opinion does not matter, Dean. If you want to—"

"Cas, your opinion does matter...at least to me." He sighed and continued, "Cas, we always do what I want to do. Why don't we try doin' stuff you want to do."

A smile found its way on the angel's lips as he looked over at him hopefully, "I've always had a fondness for animals..."

"I'm sure they have a zoo here somewhere," Dean said with a smile, standing up and holding a hand out to Cas, "Let's go find one."

Castiel hesitated, "But what about the convention? Don't you want to go meet the actor who plays Dr. Sexy?"

Dean shrugged, "Nah, he was wearing tennis shoes anyway. He lost all sexiness without the boots."

Cas smiled before his gaze fell to Dean's attire, "Do you wish to go to the motel first so we can change?"

Dean gave him an offended look, "What are you saying, I don't pull this off?"

"I'm just saying that a certain style of clothing stands out when you wear it out of its appropriate setting." Cas said lightly, his words wounding Dean's ego.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Whatever, you're just jealous I look so..." He waggled his eyebrows, "Sexy."

Cas sighed, "Dean...at least remove the cowboy boots. I regret to inform you, but they're actually not as...irresistible as you believe."

Dean crossed his arms over his chest, fighting to keep a pout from blossoming on his lips, "Do you want to go to the zoo or not?"

Castiel smiled apologetically in response, "Yes."

"Then stop insulting me out of envy." Dean said, turning around and swaggering to the Impala, "Just for that, you lose shotgun privileges for a whole week." But even Dean knew his declaration was hollow; everyone knew he would much rather have a hot Angel of The Lord sitting beside him than a bitchy little brother.

Speaking of Sammy...

"Hey, while we're there," Dean said as the two loaded in the car, "Remind me to do something..."

Meanwhile, a half hour later, Sam began worrying over their return. Hell, he thought their little escapade would only last an hour before Dean would get bored and come back to the motel. But just as he picked up his phone to call and see if they were okay, Dean sent him a text message.

Hey, Sammy. There might be a case here after all. I just found your doppelgänger...

And below the message was a picture of a big, hairy moose.

With an angry huff, Sam tossed his phone back onto the table and flopped down on his mattress, muttering, "Asshole."

Author's Note: I loved Dean being a fangirl in Chasing Channels, so I couldn't resist ;)

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