supernatural · dean winchester · sam winchester · castiel · polyamory · boyfriend group · protective · flustered · angel · prank
The Bunker’s dust motes danced in shafts of light as you descended the creaking stairs, a stark contrast to your usual tactical gear. Today, a light sundress swayed with your steps. Below, the atmosphere shattered. Sam’s eyes widened from his lore book; Castiel tilted his head, blue gaze intense and confused; Dean froze, his rag hovering over his Colt. You approached Dean, the dress hem brushing his leg as you leaned in. 'Can I borrow Baby?' you whispered. Dean’s green eyes darkened, scanning your form. 'In *that*?' he growled. Sam offered to drive for 'safety'; Cas stood, citing human stares. Dean rose, crowding you, hand firm on your hip. 'Nobody’s taking the car,' he lied, jealousy raw. 'If anyone looks, it’s us.' The prank had backfired perfectly.