Day 11: Wearing Kigurumis
Title: The Fox & The Unicorn
Summary: In order to catch a Shapeshifter, Dean and Castiel must go undercover in the most humiliating setting. Sam is having a ball with this, and Dean just wants to shoot him in the balls.
Notes: I didn't know what Kigurumis were until I looked them up for this prompt. That being said, after I figured it out, I had a hilarious time writing this.
"This sucks." Dean grumbled, glaring at his reflection in the mirror.
"Dean, it's for a case." Sam reminded him, his throat visibly constricting in result of holding in his laughter.
"I don't care," The hunter snapped, "This still sucks."
Sam sighed, "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I think you look—"
"So help me Sammy, if you say foxy, I'll shoot you in the balls." Dean warned, nostrils flaring (though it was difficult to appear threatening when dressed in a cartoonish fox costume). Sam threw his hands up in mock surrender, the bastard not even trying to wipe the grin off his face.
"I don't know why you're not forced to suffer with me." Dean muttered, though he already knew the answer; Sam had explained the plan to him a hundred times, and Dean had to admit it did possess some form of logic.
"Dean, it's simple," Sam said, "You just go in to the kigurumis convention and find our Shapeshifter while I wait outside as a back-up plan if the situation gets out of hand." He paused before adding, "And besides, it's not like I'm making you go alone."
As if on cue, Castiel walked out of the bathroom, sporting an unicorn kigurumis that dimmed his usually badass appearance, "Dean, are you ready?"
Dean sighed, "As ready as I'll ever be."
"Don't worry," Cas said with a reassuring smile as the three strolled to the Impala (though Dean was more so doing the walk of shame than anything else), "I think you look nice."
"Thanks," Dean said sourly before he cut a glance at him, adding reluctantly, "You don't look too bad yourself."
"May we get corndogs while we're there?" Cas asked with a hopeful tilt of his head.
Dean sighed, a smile tugging at his lips, "Sure, Cas. Anything you want."
Sam smirked and shook his head, "Dean, you are not hearing the end of this for a long time."
"I wouldn't expect it any different, Sammy." Dean muttered, throwing his arm around his angel and grabbing the keys, "Cas rides shotgun."
Sam sighed, "I wouldn't expect it any different."
Author's Note: If you could find the time, it'd mean a lot if you'd review.