Day 15: In A Different Style of Clothing

Title: Kilt Me

Summary: Dean and Sam both have slim chances of getting laid tonight.

Notes: It was so much fun writing this. I have no regrets.

"Remind me again why we're wearing skirts?" Dean grumbled as the three walked across the parking lot, silently dreading what the next few hours had in store for him.

"First of all, it's not a skirt," Sam pointed out, sighing, "It's a kilt. Seriously, get some culture, Dean." Dean opened his mouth to retort, but Sam continued on before he had the chance, "Second of all, Amanda invited us to the fair in thanks for taking care of the Wendigo, and it would've been rude to refuse her hospitality."

"I know that," Dean said sourly, rolling his eyes, "I just don't get why we're crossdressing for the slim chance of you getting laid." When Sam gave him an offended look at the word slim, Dean sighed, "Sammy, I'm gonna be blunt with you here—if she actually wants to sleep with you after she's seen you in a skirt, the chick's a freakshow and definitely not worth it."

Sam rolled his eyes, "I'm not only going to get laid, Dean. I'm not you. And besides, it's a themed fair. I doubt we'd get in with our usual plaid shirts and ripped jeans."

"It would have been worth a try," Dean argued, glancing over at his boyfriend, "Cas, back me up on this."

"You know, this is surprisingly comfortable," Cas said, staring down at his skirt with a frightening amount of admiration, "I don't know why you have a problem with wearing this, Dean. They're so...freeing."

"Yeah well, don't get used to it." Dean said, giving him a stern look when Castiel's shoulders sagged, "Cas, I can handle the flasher coat, but I am not going to let you wear a skirt. Especially in public."

"Dean, you don't tell me what to do." Cas snapped with narrowed eyes, startling a surprised laugh from Sam and a baffled expression from Dean.

Once Sam contained his laughter, he clasped Dean's shoulder and said smugly, "Looks like you have a slim chance of getting laid, too."

At Cas' still pissed expression, he knew it was true.

"Kill me." Dean groaned to the sky, as if there were a merciful God.

Sam grinned, "Don't you mean...kilt me."

Castiel smiled as Dean took a swing at his brother.

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