Okay so, I have a con coming up in less than a month (ACK D:) and my cosplay stuff isn’t even close to done. So that’s where I’ve been the last few days. My friend is coming over and we’re spending three days just doing cosplay related things, so I don’t know how much I’ll be on for the rest of the week. But I promise when I finally do get on, Dean will be back to his super angsty self and give Camryn that hard (albeit drunken) dicking he promised! I’m sorry I keep having spurts of activity like this. Hopefully after the con, I’ll be better. D:
“Cas? Your friend with the dark hair, right?” she asked, “No…I didn’t realize he was your type.” Camryn laughed and opened the coat, a light blush covering her cheeks as she waited for his reaction to the short white nurses dress. The neckline plunged low, giving just a hint of the red bra she had underneath. Her hair fell around her shoulders in loose waves and the heels she was wearing brought her just a little closer to his height.
“So…is this what you had in mind?” she asked, giving a small spin in front of him.
"I don’t have a type." Dean assured her and it was actually pretty true. While he preferred blondes with boob jobs, he just liked sex in general and as long as his partner was attractive enough - and female, his drunken mind interjected - he was more than happy.
As Camryn opened her coat though, all thoughts of Cas and his type left Dean’s mind and he stood there, mouth open slightly and jaw dropped as his eyes trailed over the outfit. He hadn’t expected this at all. He had only been joking, but he wasn’t about to complain that she had shown up at his doorstep in a sexy nurse outfit. Even drunk, Dean wasn’t that self-damning. “Well shit.” He breathed, the tightness in his jeans only getting that much worse. “You… are freaking awesome!”
Camryn hook her head, tugging a light trench coat over last years Halloween costume - a sexy nurse. If she hadn’t already had the costume she wouldn’t have bothered, but since Dean requested a naughty nurse, she decided to just run with it. If she let herself think about what she was doing, she’d probably talk herself out of it; but the young witch didn’t stop to think of the consequences of her actions and simply reveled in the moment. She grabbed her keys and headed out to the car, driving to the motel where Dean was staying, sending him a quick text that said On my way to you…be glad I make house calls!
Squinting down at his phone, Dean was a bit surprised to see that Camryn was actually coming over. He hadn’t expected anything to really happen with her and honestly, he was okay with just the flirting. But with the sudden realization that she was actually on her way, Dean staggered to his feet - still completely drunk thanks to the magic anon and sporting a really uncomfortable amount of wood from the other - and rushed about the motel room, trying to make it look like less of a war zone.
By the time he had everything pretty much picked up, he was sweating and feeling a little ill though thankfully, there wasn’t anything in his stomach for him to throw up. Just as he was about to slump back on the couch small couch in the room to wait for her to arrive though, a small knock sounded at the door. Wiping the sweat from his face with the sleeve of his shirt, Dean headed for the door and pulled it open, his eyes moving over the trenchcoat clad blonde standing there. “Please tell me you’re not dressing like Cas to try and seduce me. Because that’s… actually kinda hot.” He had meant to say it was fucked up, but this whole sharing his true feelings thing seemed to prevent that.