“What about this one?” you asked, coming out of the dressing room in a floor-length red dress, twirling in it for Cas.
You and Cas were out shopping for a fancy dress for a hunt that involved blending in at a fancy dinner party. But so far, Cas hadn’t been exactly helpful.
His eyes widened as he took you in, shaking his head slightly in awe of you. “Stunning.”
You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully. “That’s what you said about the last one. And the one before that.”
“But it’s true,” he responded, not taking his eyes off of your form. “Absolutely stunning, no matter what you wear.”
“Baby,” you grinned, walking over to him and taking his hands, helping him stand up. “As much as I love hearing that you love the way I look no matter what, it’s not helpful when I’m trying to pick out a dress.”
Castiel pondered that for a moment, nodding his head. “I suppose that’s true.”
“I know what will help us decide,” you said. “Which dress would you rather fuck me in?”
Castiel’s eyes darkened immediately, a smirk appearing on his face. “This one,” he responded, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you close to him. “Definitely this one.”
“Well then,” you said breathlessly, not expecting such a reaction. “The red dress it is.”