A/N: Inspired by Dean's *ahem* gorgeous singing in The Shield's post Night of Champions promo. It had to be done.
"Hey, I got a song for you," Dean said. He and Seth lay in bed together, flipping aimlessly through the TV channels, basking in the last remnants of afterglow. Seth lifted his head off Dean's chest and made a show of rolling his eyes, but couldn't conceal the huge grin crossing his face.
"Oh really?" Seth said. "What beautiful composition do you have for me this time?"
"It's fucking amazing, I promise," Dean said. He sat up and cleared his throat before he started belting out his latest ear-splitting ballad, gesturing dramatically and inserting enthusiastic dance moves between each line:
"Once there was an asssssssssssssssssss
That was so roundddddddddddddddd
And fuckableeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
That everybody wanted to
HIT IT…"
At this point, Seth's uncontrollable laughter overtook Dean and the two collapsed into each other and laughed until they could barely breathe. Once they caught their breath, Seth spoke.
"Well, that's a fucking great song, but I gotta know, whose ass is it about? I don't know if I could deal with that kind of competitition," he said, still laughing.
Dean grabbed Seth's ass possessively and pulled Seth on top of him. "Come on," Dean said. "Don't try to be all fucking coy. You know exactly whose ass I'm talking about."
"You know me," Seth said. "I'm just a bashful motherfucker."
"Yeah, real fucking bashful," Dean said. "That's exactly what I love about you. Your modesty."
Seth kissed Dean – quick and sweet and playful – and smiled back down at him.
"And I love that gorgeous singing voice of yours," Seth said, stroking Dean's cheek. "Keep that up – you could be a big star, kiddo."
Dean made exaggerated fake sobbing sounds. "Aw shit," he said. "Look what you've gone and done. Now you're gonna make me cry."
"I only speak the truth, man," Seth said. "That's all."