tampered | in progress/closed | that i've lost my self-control, beyond compelled to throw this dollar

in progress/closed | that i've lost my self-control, beyond compelled to throw this dollar

When; Last night, sometime in the evening obviously
Rating; There are strippers.
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rehymenator
Summary; Dean's got his groove back, Castiel gets dragged into it.
Log;
Castiel allows Dean to drag him pretty much anywhere. Here, it's pointless to worry about much more than their immediate safeties so it's less of a concern that things might not work out. Not to mention according to Dean, this wasn't the same as last time. The look but don't touch policy is admittedly reassuring to him.

He'd have to remember to try to keep his mouth shut. "She looks hungry. And hypoglycemic, she should eat something."

Yeah, so much for that.

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Dean just gave him a 'what the hell are you thinking' look. "Cas...she's in a thong. She doesn't want to eat."

He knows this is a bad idea but it'll be a hilarious one too.

Castiel scowls a little bit and doesn't hesitate before replying.

"You eat naked all the time." Seriously, Dean, it's like dealing with a 5 year old with super powers. You have to make way sure your explanations are angelproof.

Dean scrubs his hand over his face. "Yeah but I'm not worried about looking fat in my boxers." And he looks over at Castiel. "And stop being so damn creepy."

The scowl starts to lift as Castiel smirks a little. "She's actually about 8% underweight."

The creepy comment goes unanswered though. Dean's not lying, it's just that Castiel really can't help it.

Dean just let his face fall into both hands, mumbling for a moment incomprehensibly. He finally looks up. "She's not 8% underweight. The double D's she wasn't born with are filled with saline so it just seems like she is."

It makes sense to Dean. Besides there is nothing that looks underweight about the blonde in question.

Castiel surveys her fairly earnestly again, trying to figure out just what Dean is talking about. Instead, he sees something else. "She's also bulimic."

"Dude!" This is Dean's WTF look. "I told you to stay out of their heads!" He doesn't bother telling Cas to stay out of his head anymore. At this point, he figures Cas has seen everything there.

He manages to look a little chagrined, but his answer is almost irritated. "I can't help it. It takes effort to stay out of the weak ones."

Dean just grumbles at that. He appreciates the attempt at looking chagrined at least. "Fine. Just don't say anything to them about it. If they don't tell you with their mouth then you can't mention it, alright?"

"Fine." Castiel might be actually huffing, because there are too many rules to all this interaction crap. "And why do I need to be here, again? It's your libido that's returned, I don't gain anything out of this."

Dean's only half listening because he's distracted by the red head on stage in front of them. His eyes never leave the woman's form when he answers. "Because it's fuckin' weird that you have a dick and no libido? We're working on that."

He scowls at that and then averts his eyes. Clearly Dean isn't thinking the situation through all the way. The vessel, and subsequently he can get drunk, given enough alcohol. The same principle applies to a libido. "I never said that."

Right, because this couldn't get any weirder.

Okay so that gets Dean's attention. He even pauses mid raising his beer bottle to his lips.

"....Dude....seriously? You got a boner?"

Uhm...yes apparently it could get weirder.

He sighs, again. Castiel seems to be doing that a lot, lately. The thought doesn't cross his mind that if he leaves he could avoid this conversation. In fact, the thought to attempt to avoid the conversation doesn't even enter the realm of possibility.

"No!" It does take a lot of alcohol to affect him. "The vessel-- I'm capable. I think."

Well Dean could not be prouder if he tried. He's literally beaming. He gives Cas a thumbs up.

"We just gotta find your type." He gestures around the room. "So whaddya think? Blondes, redheads, brunette? Big tits, long legs. What rocks your world?"

"No, Dean." He would likely do anything keep from dealing with this. Anything at all. "That's not necessary, I'd rather not-- partake."

And Dean is facepalm. He beckons the blonde over that Cas has been mind reading and pulls out some chips. "Lap dance for this guy. Be gentle with him. It's his first time."

He tries to protest even as the woman approaches, to no avail, obviously. There's movement on her part, and Castiel clears his throat awkwardly and decides that glaring at Dean would be a great use of his time right now.

Except that the dancer doesn't like that and reaches forward to make Castiel look at her. Very awkward, all of this.

This would be Dean laughing his ass off and applauding as well as encouraging the dancer so dutifully working. If Chuck allowed tips, Dean would be tipping her well. As it is, he just orders her a drink.

She deserves it.

"Just sit back and enjoy, Cas." Says Smirky McSmirky.

"I uh," he stutters and finally gives up trying to speak. When it comes to other human activities he's encountered that are sinful, they've been venially so. This, however, seems to be a line that Castiel is struggling with crossing.

His eyes are everywhere BUT on the dancer, of course.

Oooooh now this is interesting. Cas actually struggling with...

Wait a minute.

Dean remember the smoked out, orgy loving--

"He's good. Thanks! That's great, Sweet heart." He's shoving a tip in her hands and winking at her. "Joke's over. Drinks are on me."

Castiel nods a silent thank you to Dean. Clearly the man had never considered that angels weren't entirely neutered, which Castiel was always happy to allow him to believe.

He will be draining his glass and looking for more, now.

This is really destroying Dean's world. He didn't think Castiel was really capable of...not like this.

Beer all around. Now please. More. Extra tip to the waitress to make it fast.

Sure, angels in their pure form? Not much with the copulation, much less the thought of it. In a vessel, however? With the equipment? Bit of a struggle at times.

Let the devouring of that beer begin.

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