feminine!dean

“Guh,” Dean doubles over, hands slapped on his knees and breathing hard. “Cas, man, you gotta pretend to be a zombie or something. There’s no other way I’m making it unless something’s chasing me.”

Cas holds a bottle of water out to Dean. “That makes absolutely no sense,” he says. “Besides, you were the one who wanted to do this.”

Dean downs the rest of the bottle in a few gulps, glaring at a nearby tree like it’s somehow at fault for his current situation.

Date,” Dean clarifies. “I said date, and then somehow we ended up in the goddamn jungle.”

“We’re in Montana, Dean.”

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