-Imagine Dean trying on suits and tuxes for your wedding-
Dean walked into the store with a sour look on his face.
“Y/N, if I had realized that I was going to have to go through this,” he said with a gesture around the room, “maybe I would have thought twice before suggesting we have an actual ceremony,” he groaned.
You gave him a look that said he better close his trap and it wasn’t missed by Sam. “Man, Dean. If looks could kill, you’d be gone bro. I don’t think there would be any bringing you back from that,” he said pointing toward you.
Dean glanced at you and burst into laughter.
You immediately closed the gap between the two of you, giving Dean a shove that was a little harder than you intended. He immediately put his hands up in surrender and tried to stop laughing.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he tried to keep a straight face. He looked at Sam who was standing behind you and almost lost it again. You rounded on Sam.
“Look, Sam. You were supposed to help me, not turn him into a bigger child,” you complained.
Sam laughed. “Sorry, Y/N. It won’t happen again,” Sam said as he attempted to keep a straight face. “I’m at your service,” he smiled mischievously.
You huffed and walked up to the dressing room where you had already had someone get out the suits that you wanted to see Dean in. You figured you would make him try something traditional first. You grabbed the black tux and bow tie and shoved it at Dean’s firm chest. He groaned audibly and you smirked at him.
“Get going, pretty boy,” you said with a laugh shoving him through the curtain into his dressing room, smacking his ass as he slipped behind it. Your slap made him jump, and he turned around and gave you a devilish grin.
“You better watch it, sweetheart,” he teased. “You may pay for that later,” he said with a wink before disappearing behind the curtain.
Sam rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, “looks like I am the only adult here after all.” You just laughed at him and gave him a poke in the ribs with your elbow. That was enough to make him laugh and the two of you sat down in the over cushioned seats and waited for Dean to reappear.
Moments later he stepped through the curtain. Your mouth dropped open and you could’ve sworn you saw Dean smirk in satisfaction at your reaction. You stood and walked over to meet him. “Damn, Dean,” you breathed. “Wear that and we may never make it down the isle,” you said as you smoothed out his shirt and straightened his tie with a suggestive wink.
He took a step back and acted wounded saying, “Don’t objectify me.”
You took the little white piece of cloth out of the front pocket of his jacket and hit him upside the head with it as you yelled, “Next, you whiny turd!”
He turned around a skulked back into the dressing room as you laughed and said, “Shake that ass for me you sexy thing.” He didn’t turn around, but you could see him grinning by the way he was carrying his shoulders as he disappeared behind the curtain.
The next suit he stepped out in he didn’t like, and it was written all over his face so you played it up.
“Oh, baby!” You squealed jumping up to meet him. “That is definitely the one.”
He stopped for a moment to process your reaction because he had been sure you wouldn’t go for this one. He looked sideways at Sam before losing it.
“Really!” he said frustrated as he punched the air with both fists clinched.
You tossed your head back in laughter and started shaking your head. “God no, that is awful get out here!” you said as you shoved him back toward the curtain.
He disappeared quickly to try on the third suit that you had picked out. This time he took much longer, and you were beginning to wonder if you were going to have to go in after him. You started flipping through your phone when you heard Dean clear his voice behind the curtain.
You glanced up just as he sauntered through.
He had somehow got a hold of some styling gel and had slicked his hair to the side. A straight part on the left side of his head. He looked damn fine and you realized you had been holding your breath. You let it out with a sharp exhale and Dean strolled by you with a smug grin of satisfaction on his face.
He stepped in front of the mirror.
He began buttoning the suit jacket, nodding his head as he did so. You stood behind him and couldn’t help but stare. The beautiful man in front of you was yours, and he had asked you to marry him. He was actually at a boutique trying on tuxes for you. You still couldn’t believe he had agreed to it.
You walked up behind him and slipped your arms around his waist, squeezing him tight as you rested your head against his back. He placed his hands on top of yours and gave them a squeeze before turning around to face you.
He placed his hand on the side of your face and you lifted your hand to the nap of his neck, staring at his lips hoping he would close the gap between the two of you. He looked down at you with such love before he did just that.
The kiss was slow and sensuous. His right hand stayed on the side of your face as the kiss deepened. Your ran your nails along the base of his hairline as you bit his bottom lip gently, pulling a groan from his throat. He pulled away and stared into your eyes.
A whisper escaped your lips, “I love you, Dean Winchester.”
He smiled and stepped back a short distance and looked down at the suit straightening the front before looking back at you with a smile.
“This must be the one, huh sweetheart?” he asked. You smiled at him and stepped up to straighten his tie.
“It most certainly is,” you said with desire as you stepped back to get a good look at him. “How about I help you get it off?” you said stepping up to him again starting to unbutton the jacket. You stretched up on your toes and whispered in his ear, “I want you to take me in that dressing room back there.”
He pulled away from you and looked down at you. “You do?” he said with a smirk and devilish grin.
“Yes,” you said barely above a whisper. That was all it took for Dean grab your wrist and drag you behind the curtain, you giggling the whole way.
Dean laughed at your enthusiasm. “This whole tux idea wasn’t such a bad idea after all,” he chuckled softly as you pushed him into the dressing room. “Looks like it’ll pay off sooner than I thought,” he said with a wink and kissed the tender spot just below your ear, that only he knew about. You sighed as you leaned your head against the wall, running your hands through his hair.
“It certainly will, Winchester,” you said as you pulled his face back to yours, your lips just brushing against his as you began to undress him.