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You're still on his stomach, jackass.
''Shut up-'' He caught himself all too late and he responded in his natural, husky deep voice.
Fuck! Damnit! Think drag- THINK DRAG.
''Oh quit it you rascal!'' He snapped back into his draggy alter-ego. ''Of course, yeah, the shackles are also tradition- you know me! I'm a sucker for tradition!''
''Oh... Um, no, I actually don't know you. Hi I'm-''
''Doesn't matter.'' he barked in his girly voice.
He was genuinely at a loss. What the hell could he even do next? Did he even have options at this point?
Dean felt his leather pants grow impossibly tighter near his groin. Which was unbearable.
Castiel wiggled a bit before retreating.
''What now?'' he urged awkwardly.
''Uh...''
He went with it.
Dean shimmied down so that he straddled Castiel lower on his legs. He unbuttoned the white dress shirt to reveal a mildly toned stomach, scarred and slightly bruised.
He quickly hopped off and thought about what he'd just done.
Well damn. Wh.. I don't even...
He just went with what he'd usually do with any other customer. And now he's got a revealed and confused angel, a stiffy and quite frankly a shit fest in a dungeon.
After a solid minute of panicked thought, he came to a conclusion.
He'd do it.
He'd go easy on him, but hey- the opportunity to get Cas at least relatively naked had arisen, Why pass it up?
He grabbed a soft nine-tail fringed whip. It would leave a soft tingle, could be used to tickle, and potentially to speckle a bruise if he went hard enough.
Which he wouldn't.
Maybe.
He stepped over to him silently and dragged the fringe lightly across his peppered stomach.
Castiel didn't respond.
Dean moved it slower and lighter against his skin.
Nothing.
Dean placed a hand on his chest to check if he was breathing. Upon further inspection he learned that the stupid little angel had fallen into a blissful drunken slumber.
Thank GOD.
Dean quickly changed in the closet and put his clothes on the rack and grabbed his bag. He unshackled the celestial drunk and gingerly scooped him up in his arms.
Nothing, no movement.
He slung him over his shoulder and headed out the back door located just behind a black tapestry behind the table.
Cas awoke the next morning in his bed with a ringing in his ears and a sharp, throbbing pain in his temples.
''Dean?''
Dean stepped halfway through the bathroom doorway, towel around his waist and toothbrush in his mouth.
''Hhn?'' he gurgled.
Castiel stared blankly at the foot of the bed. He tried to recall as much as he could from the previous night.
He looked up and stared at Dean.
Dean was unamused. He spit out his toothpaste foam.
''Can I help you?''
He continued brushing.
Castiel remembered just how it felt to be linked down to that table. The cool leather warming and sticking to his back.
He vaguely remember the tickling he felt from something soft before he fell asleep.
He leaned over the bed and threw up the entirety of yesterdays two burgers and many shots.
Dean stopped brushing again.
''Ha!'' he pointed at him and laughed shortly.
He finished brushing his teeth and put on his clothes in the bathroom while Castiel cleaned up his vomit.
Sam was packing up the trunk when the two made it outside finally and piled in.
Castiel looked confused and lost in thought. Again.
''What is it now, brainiac?'' Dean grunted.
Castiel looked up dazedly.
''I'm just remembering last night.''