-Dean's eyes instantly fall to his backside as soon as Cas turns. Yup he looks damn good in jeans...Christ...- They fit you alright? -he asked curiously then stepped over to hook his finger at the hem to see how tight they were...that's all....maybe-
Yeah, ermm..hold on. -He's probably as red as a tomato right now and Dean hardly ever blushes like this. After a few more tugs he finally gets it loose and zips it up, before carefully doing up the button-
-Oh hell no. This has to be part of a cruel trick. Dean takes a breath and gathers up the will to head over to Cas and do this as clinically as possible- Uh...-he fumbles awkwardly for the zipper- Might be a little stuck, let me jjust...-tugs on it- I think it's stuck on your boxers man.
Nothing. Never mind. -Gets out of the car and heads up to the room. When they get inside he goes in his duffle bag to find a shirt and a pair of jeans that will fit Cas-
Maybe not. Next time I'm just getting you some pie. -pulls back up to the motel- Now lets get you out of those pants....-blushes feircly- I did not mean it to come out like that.
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