this is still t-rated. saying that, this chapter holds the most sexual themes of them all. consider yourself warned.
title: doing something hot (a.k.a. like a screen door in a hurricane)
"Take your shirt off."
"No, I'm fine."
"You won't be in a while, it'll get really hot in here..."
"No need to be lascivious. Fine."
"..."
"Stop touching my chest."
"You love it."
"Maybe, but that isn't the aim of today."
"Okay, you make a valid point."
"..."
"..."
"We're gonna need the window open. Any reason today had to be the day?"
"I was feeling it today."
"..."
"..."
"Right."
"Don't mock me."
"I wouldn't dream of it. Okay, line it up."
"Like this?"
"Yes."
"Okay, hold still... you ready?"
"Yes."
"..."
"What's taking so long?"
"I'm a bit nervous about fucking up. It's not like I'm a complete novice, but I've never done... this, exactly, before."
"I know, but I trust you. Just be careful and aim properly."
"Okay. Okay. I can do this."
"Do you need a countdown?"
"No! Okay, I guess I'll just... do it."
"Argh!"
"Crap! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just... wasn't expecting it. Keep going, just remember what I said about aim."
"Yeah. Shit, I am sorry."
"It's fine."
"..."
"Don't be so tentative. Harder."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"I don't want to-"
"You won't. Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Harder."
"Fine."
"..."
"Is this one done?"
"I think so. Nice, we just have three more nails to go."
"Don't be mean."
"I'm not. You haven't broken the door yet, I probably would have."
"I thought you said there was nothing to worry about!"
"Positive thinking does wonders."
"Then why did you stop?"
"You hit my thumb with a hammer."
"I really am sorry."
"Yeah, well, a good apology would be to put another nail in so I don't have to hold the mirror up anymore."
"Ah... good point."
"..."
"..."
"But really. Why today?"
"My vanity finally took control, and I'm not in a lazy mood. Plus, it gives me reason to force you into going shirtless and allows me to blatantly objectify you."
"Charming."
"That's me."
"Hit the damn nail."
"I'm scared. You said you'd have broken the door."
"Yes, but you won't."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I've been telling you to hit harder. Your blows are soft, you won't break anything."
"Then why are you telling me to hit harder?"
"Because the mirror's pretty heavy, Dean, and the longer I have to hold it in place, the hotter I get."
"Oh, you're already hot."
"Yes. That's why I'm sweating. Hit the nail."
"Oh, fine."
"..."
"..."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Get the rest of the nails in already."
"Why are you complaining now? You're not even touching the mirror."
"Because I'm hot, sweaty and half-naked for all the wrong reasons and the mirror means I can see your chest from every angle."
"Oh. Well. Um. Hold the door for me?"
"Sure."
"..."
"..."
"Mind holding it steady? It's swaying like a screen door in a hurricane."
"It's more difficult than it seems."
"Not really."
"I'm trying to stop it moving from the force of a hammer."
"You make a valid point."
"Thank you."
"Hold it steadier."
"Fuck you."
"That appears to be the general plan."
"Only if you hurry up."
"I'm not breaking the door just because you're horny."
"Might be worth it."
"Shut up and let me work."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Okay, done! Is it wonky?"
"No, it's beautiful."
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"
"If I say 'me', does that mean you're the prince, I'm the princess and we're gonna kiss to signify a happy ever after?"
"Sure."
"I'm the fairest of them all. Kiss me already."
"..."
"..."
"Happy ever after, Cas."
"Shall I cue the romantic music?"
"I'm not fucking you to twiddly Disney music."
"I don't know, it might f-"
"..."
"..."
"You were saying?"
"..."
"..."
"When you wish upon a star, it makes no diff-"
"Shut up."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"It fits, though, admit it."
"No, I'm angry at you for getting Disney stuck in my head at a time like this. My childhood is ruined."
"You don't seem to care."
"I do, though."
"You're stripping, though."
"It's hot."
"Yes, you are."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Happy ever after, Dean."
and that's the end. Figured I'd upload early-ish so as not to keep you waiting.
I've spent literally the whole series trying to figure out how to do 'hot' when I can only really do fluff, and then wanted it to feel like a proper ending too (because I don't like to make things easy for myself). I came up with this at like 11pm and then wrote it instead of sleeping. I hope it doesn't disappoint.
And I wrote it on my iPod then emailed it to myself, which means I woke up to an email that said "Take your shirt off." Oops.
Anyway, thanks to all of you for taking this journey with me! I'm not good at committing to multi-chapter fics, so thank you for your support!
I started publishing a new, drabble-y, Cas-centric, non-shippy story called Home. So maybe it's pretty much the opposite of this fic, but it'd mean a lot to me if you'd check it :) xxx