#also tin-can doing vaulting is inspired by his current saddle

[ruth-westside]

The Guardian Horses, based on their Circles (and their disciplines to a lesser degree)

A month ago, I asked what the Guardians' appearances should be based on if they were ever redesigned, and their Circles won.

Starshine: Snowflake Appaloosa Mustang. Western/Endurance. Concorde: Gold Champagne Akhal-Teke. Dressage. Tin-Can: Minimal Appaloosa Friesian Cross. Vaulting. Meteor: Paint Thoroughbred (or basic sport breed). Showjumping.

[saturnseighthringg]

Day 20: Library Hours

Sam sends Cas and Dean on an errand to the library for a specific book. Dean has some ideas about what else they can get up to.

Rating: Explicit || Word Count: 1830 || Dean’s old leather jacket makes a tiny kinky appearance || PWP/Smut

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Dean and Cas ascend the weird slanted steps between the large columns of the Kansas City Public library. On the way in, they passed the little sign that told guests the Library Hours.  Sam had sent them here to retrieve a very specific copy of some occult book none of the small town libraries in or around Lebanon had.

This monumental building was huge compared to the tiny one in Lebanon. That one was in a small tin like building that had a few childrens books, some nonfiction stuff and mostly shit nobody cared about. Dean had never heard Sam refer to a library as useless until he’d made a trip to the Lebanon library.

He’d heard there was an old bank vault in this library. Apparently it had been turned into some theatre for stuffy guys in suits to give business presentations. What a waste. He’d still like to see it, but that wasn’t what they were here for. In fact they needed to hurry it up since they only had about thirty minutes before the library closed at nine.

It was pretty empty, only a few guests sitting at tables and browsing shelves. It was Wednesday after all. Nothing happens on Wednesdays.

“This way.” Cas says suddenly, pointing to the steps for the second level. Dean frowns.

“How do you know?” Cas side eyes him.

“Sam made sure to check they had the copy on hand and then located what section it would be in. It would be easier than searching… this.” And he gestures to the entirety of the enormous library.

“Right. Well good thinking.” He follows Cas up the stairs, subtly and not so subtly checking his boyfriend's ass out. Not that he needs to, he’s seen it plenty of times, clothed and sans. It had been quite the fight to convince Cas to ditch the suit and trench coat look every now and then.

“Come on, Cas, you look good in a little less clothes.” Dean had told him cheekily a few months ago. It’s not like it was a lie. And slowly, very slowly, Cas had started borrowing some of Dean’s clothes. This was both good and dangerous. Good because, well, Cas looked fuckin hot in jeans and a band t shirt. And dangerous, because, well, Cas looked fuckin hot in jeans and a band t shirt.

The real danger came when Cas had donned his Dad’s old leather jacket. Dean never wore it— not since the first apocalypse—so that wasn’t the issue. The issue was that when Dean realized what he was wearing he had had the immediate urge to tell him to take it off, that it was a sentimental thing and also a little weird. But for whatever reason, he’d bit his tongue, gauging the look a little more. The longer he looked, the more the blood started to rush south.

Dean has daddy issues, he knows. He didn’t know how bad they could be until that day. The jacket admittedly inspired quite the attractive fantasy for Dean. Not for his dad obviously, for Cas. Which was oddly… rewarding. Both sexually and mentally. The jacket had a different space in his heart now, the stipulation being Cas wasn’t allowed to wear it in public. Dean feared for his sanity.

Currently, Cas was naked compared to previous standards, dressed in just worn jeans and a navy henley shirt with the sleeves pushed to elbows. It wasn’t fucking fair.

Once they’d located the book—rather quickly thanks to Sam planning ahead, they still had about twenty minutes until closing and Cas decided he wanted to roam the shelves and see what humans had come up with over the years. Dean had shrugged, following along behind him, always willing to indulge his angel.

He wouldn’t lie though, it was pretty fucking boring. There weren’t other people around, most if not all of them on the first level and he had yet to actually to see a staff member. It was this train of thinking that got his mind wandering in a… certain direction.

He saddled up to Cas, knocking into him lightly to get his attention. “Pretty empty up here.”

Cas barely gave him a glance, clearly not understanding where Dean’s mind was. It was endearing. “I… suppose.” He goes back to gazing over the books, but Dean can feel him tense when he wraps an arm around him, placing his mouth next to  Cas’ ear.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck in a library.” He adds emphasis on the word merely to get to Cas.

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