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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Castiel, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Shota, Shota_Castiel, Public_Sex, Anal_Plug, Sex_Toys, Underage_Sex,
      Crossdressing, Panty_Kink, yeah_all_of_those_things, Catboys_&_Catgirls,
      Catboy_Castiel
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-15 Words: 3364
****** A Day At The Mall ******
by niteowl
Summary
     Dean and catboy!Cas have a fun day at the mall full of ice cream,
     surprises, and a misuse of department store fitting rooms.
Notes
     a birthday fic I wrote for Autumn's birthday over on tumblr!
See the end of the work for more notes
Dean Winchester would never willingly go shopping for anything that isn't beer
or flannel, but when Castiel begs and pleads to go shopping for new dresses and
panties, he can't say no. As soon as he agrees, the dark haired catboy pounces
on him, deep purrs rumbling out of his chest.
"Alright, you spoiled brat, go get dressed." Dean gets a disapproving bite to
the ear and a tail flick to the nose for the nickname. With a pat on the butt,
Cas is off the bed and in their closet, deciding what to wear while Dean pulls
on jeans and a grey henley.
Dean finds Cas puzzling between two shirts in the closet, his tight black
shorts already on with his tail sticking out of the back. He turned to Dean,
holding the two pieces of clothing in question.
"Should I wear my pretty sailor shirt or my shirt with the birdies?," Cas
asked, his ears cocked in different directions as he puzzled over his serious
situation.
"I like them both, baby."
Cas' ears flattened and he frowned at Dean. "Deeeean you're s'posed to help!
Which one do you think I look prettiest in?"
"Baby, I think you look pretty in anything. Or preferably nothing." He grinned
as he saw the boy's cheeks turn pink. "But, I do like the sailor one. It'll go
good with your shorts."
"Okay!," Cas piped out as he hurriedly buttoned his shirt up, having to stop
and redo them because he was too excited. "Ready!"
Cas grabbed his hand and pulled him all the way to the car, his tail twitching
excitedly as he climbed into the backseat. A short car ride later and the duo
were walking into the mall entrance, Dean holding onto Cas' hand as he tried to
run off in every which way, the little catboy's tail wrapping around Dean's
belt loops in an attempt to get him to walk faster
Dean chuckled at the boy's excitement and soon shared it when he saw that
Victoria's Secret was located right next to Spencer's, and across from that,
the food court. Dean grinned to himself as he formulated a plan. He squatted
down next to the boy, running a hand through his hair to scratch at his ears.
"Alright, before we go look at dresses-"
"But Dean, you said that we-"
"Castiel. Don't interrupt me. Will you listen for a minute? I promise you'll
like my plan."
Cas gave Dean a sullen look as he shuffled his feet, his tail flicking between
his legs. "Okay, I'm sorry."
Dean grabbed Cas' hand and pressed a kiss to it. "Okay. So here's the plan. I'm
going to pick you out some pretty panties at Victoria's Secret and then pick up
a surprise for you at Spencer's. While I do that, you're going to be a good boy
and sit in the food court. I'll even give you some money for ice cream. How
does that sound?"
"Presents? And ice cream? Any kind of ice cream?" His tail began to flick
excitedly as he bounced on his heels, a boyish exuberance shining from his
young face. His smile was punctuated from where his incisors shone out as he
impatiently waited for Dean to give him his money so he could sprint over to
the ice cream parlor.
"Any kind you want, Cas. Here's 5 dollars for ice cream, whatever's left over
you can save or use to ride the machines. Remember: don't talk to strangers and
don't forget to wipe your face when your done."
Cas grabbed the 5 dollars and pressed a quick kiss to Dean's cheek, "Thank you,
Dean! But I'm not a little kid, you know," he said over his shoulder as he
turned to run towards the food court. "I can't wait to see my presents!"
With a tug on the tip of his tail and embarrassed howl, Cas and Dean parted
ways. Dean watched the boy press his face against the glass over the ice cream
and smiled as he saw him tuck his tail in his front pocket, a habit he formed
to avoid getting his tail stepped on in public.
Dean turned to the lingerie store behind him and took a deep breath before
bravely entering the no man's land. The scents of sweet perfumes and lotions
invaded his senses as he grabbed a small basket, determined to be in and out of
there as soon as possible. Of course this meant that two sales associate
converged on him as soon as he walked past the first archway.
"Hello, sir! Welcome to Victoria's Secret!"
"Who are you shopping for today? I bet she's one lucky gal!"
Dean forced a smile at the two, almost wanting to tell them he was shopping for
his lithe, young catboy that liked to leave scratch marks down his back, just
to see their faces. Instead, he side stepped them and asked where their panty
bins were and as inconspicuously as possible, asked what their smallest size
was.
Soon, he found himself in the XXS section, a size he didn't think possible on
fully grown women, but worked just fine for Cas' perky little ass. He rifled
through the overwhelming selection, his face turning redder by the second as he
tried to pick out which one his persnickety boy would like. By the time he was
done, Dean had picked out 3 pairs of lace panties in blue, black, and pink, and
two pairs of hip huggers with different floral prints on them. One awkward
checkout later, and Dean was back out in the hustle and bustle of the mall.
He peeked over to where Cas was supposed to be and saw the catboy sitting at
table with three whole scoops of ice cream, his pink tongue alternating between
lapping at the vanilla, rocky road, and pistachio flavors. Vanilla ice cream
dripped down his fingers, quickly cleaned up with several swipes of the tongue.
Dean tugged at his jeans, willing his erection way because there was no way he
was going to fuck his catboy over a table in public. Cas finally caught his eye
and gave a little wave, sticky fingers shining in the fluorescent lights. He
smiled and waved back before turning back to the next store on his list.
Spencer's was a college stoner's paradise, what with enough drug paraphernalia
to make Bob Marley roll in his grave, but it was also a pervert's paradise if
they went to the back of the store. Dean once again avoided the store workers,
regretting that he had bought the panties first and now carried the bright pink
Victoria's Secret bag as a badge of shame.
He sighed and headed to the back of the store and valiantly tried to not let
the pounding music and flashing lights give him a headache. With a quick glance
over his shoulder, he started studying the toys available, hoping to find the
one he was looking for. After a minute of searching he found it: the vibrating,
pink butt plug he'd seen online and found out had been in store. Dean pulled
off the shelf and surreptitiously tucked it under his arm. Right as he was
turning away, he spotted another toy that he knew Cas would like.
Dean brought the vibrating plug and the glow in the dark plug he had grabbed on
impulse up to the checkout. His face was beyond red as he checked out, his
movements hurried as he avoided the knowing stare the worker was giving him.
With a probably inappropriate 'Have fun!' yelled from across the store, Dean
was heading towards the food court to find Cas.
It had only been about 10 minutes or so since they had parted, so now the
challenge was to find the rascal and hope he wasn't too messy to go shopping
for dresses. It didn't take too long to find the catboy, his voice carrying
from the play area. Dean found him riding in a min-Batmobile as he yelled out
Robin catchphrases he'd learned from watching old school cartoon Batman on
Saturday mornings.
"Holy sidewalk, Batman! Watch out for the Penguin!"
Just as the car came to a rest, Dean grabbed Cas beneath the shoulders and
hauled him up to the chest. A tail flicked in his face as he tickled the boy.
"I got you now, Robin! There's no escape from me!"
Cas eventually squirmed out of his arms, face pink from laughing and his tail
back out of his pocket. He always felt safer with Dean.
"Can we go look at dresses now? And can I see my presents?"
"No presents til we get home, but we can go to whatever store you want for your
dresses. Today's all about my baby boy."
Cas grinned up at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him in the direction of a
Macy's. Dean was content to be pulled along as he listened to Cas recount how
delicious his ice cream was and how the evil space ship ride ate 4 of his
leftover quarters
Soon, the two were on the top floor of the department stores, having survived
about 5 attempts of cooing old ladies trying to pinch their cheeks.  Cas gasped
when he saw all the dresses there were to pick from and was quickly handing
Dean hands full of dresses to try on: pink ones and blue ones, collared
dresses, dresses with v-necks, printed dresses with flowers and clouds and
another with little white bows printed all over it.
Dean follows the excited little boy around, holding the dresses he picked out
while Cas looked for more. He would lose sight of him sometime, but then his
excited ears would perk up and peek over the top of the racks. Finally, Dean
ushers the the excited catboy into the fitting rooms, thanking whatever god
that looked out for older men who were in intimate relationships with their
catboys that there wasn't a fitting room attendant today.
They picked out on of the larger stalls and set up camp; Dean settled on the
bench with the presents while Cas organized the 7 dresses he'd narrowed it down
to in the order he wanted to try them on. After he was finished organizing, Cas
slipped out of his shorts so that he was just wearing his white cotton panties
and his sailor shirt. He peaked out from beneath his lashes at Dean with a
demure smile.
"Dean, could you help me unbutton my shirt?"
"Sure thing, baby. Come over here so I can help you out."
Dean slowly unbuttoned the shirt starting at the top, trading kisses with his
sweet boy after every button he freed. By the time he reached the last button,
both were hard. Dean ran one hand to rub over Cas' perky nipples while his
other hand dropped to rub at the wet spot where the boy's pretty, pink cockhead
was trying to jut out of his panties. Little whimpers filled the stall as
Dean's big hands worked Cas' cock and nipples, only silenced when their lips
met in hot and heavy kisses.
"Dean, you make me feel so good, I want-" Cas pawed at Dean's crotch, trying to
return the favor and slow burn of the hand on his cock.
"Nuh-uh sweetheart, today is all about you. How about you try on some of your
dresses now?"
Cas took a shaky step back, biting his lip and rubbing his palm over Dean's
clothed dick one more time. Dean took in a deep breath, ignoring the twitch in
his cock as he watched his boy pull the violet pink-trimmed dress over his
shoulders and pull his tail through the hole in the back. The obscene jut of
Castiel's little prick tenting the front of the dress had Dean letting out a
moan.
"I really like this one. It feels so light and soft." With a twirl, Cas spun
the dress around, the streak of his tail making Dean dizzy and distracted.
"Yeah, I really like that one. It's a- very nice, Cas."
The boy shimmied out of the first dress and bent over to place it on the floor.
The sight of the white cotton stretching over Cas' perfect ass was tempting,
but Dean remembered that he had promised that today was Cas' day and he would
stick to that. If he let out a small whimper, it was no one's business but his.
After 5 more dresses, 3 of which worked ( Cas decided he wanted every floral
print possible) and 2 that didn't (Cas said the cloud print made him giggle
because it looked too much like when Dean came all over his tummy), the catboy
had only one more dress to try on.
After disentangling his tail from the previous dress, Cas grabbed at the navy
collared dress that he declared was his favorite. A minute of frustrated huff
and squirming later, Dean realized that they must have grabbed the wrong size.
"Let me go grab a different size for you. I'll be right back."
Dean took the too small dress in hopes that having an example would help him
find it better, but it still took him 5 minutes to navigate the cat section to
find the next size up. He whistled on his way back, thanking again that it was
a slow day and they were still alone in the fitting room. As he walked to their
stall, however, he heard the unmistakable sound of Cas' breathy whimpers.
The sight that greeted him behind the door was one of the hottest things he'd
ever seen. Cas was kneeling in front of the bench with two of his thin fingers
sliding in out of his ass, panties still hugging his ass and his cock finally
poking out the top of his waistband. The worst part, or more likely the best,
was that Cas was working the new pink plug in and out of his mouth. The boy's
tail rubbed at his pink nipples as he rocked between the two points of
pleasure.
Dean couldn't stop the moan that dropped from his mouth or the hand that
dropped to rub at his stirring cock. The noise startled the catboy, his fingers
and tail halting where they were and his mouth hovering over the pink plug.
"I'm sorry, I know I should have waited, but I just wanted to see what you got
me, then it made me all tingly thinking about how it would feel, and-and-and,"
the boy stuttered out, tears starting to well up in his eyes as he placed the
plug back on the box and dropped his head in shame.
"Cas, baby, don't you dare apologize for making yourself feel good. I'm a
little disappointed that I didn't get to start with you," he said as his
fingers trailed down to the base of his tail, "but I hope you'll let me
finish?" Dean finished as he rubbed his finger tips over the catboy's pink
furl.
"Yes, Dean, please. I was hoping you'd come back and-"
"And what, baby boy?"
"Fuck me, Dean please!"
Dean's knees nearly buckled at the plea, but instead he grabbed the boy by the
waist and hauled him into his lap so that he was being straddled. Whatever moan
Cas was going to make was lost in Dean's mouth in a harsh kiss, both rutting
against each other's thighs.
"We gotta be quiet, Cas, Can you do that for me? Can you be a big boy?"
The boy sobbed out an affirmation as he humped Dean's leg, getting so desperate
he was rubbing his tail over where he had been opening himself up. Dean let out
a quiet groan at the sight, but tugged the boy's tail away and undid his own
fly, pulling his cock out to rub against Cas' thigh.
"It's my turn to use your hole, baby. Maybe when we're done, we can use your
new toy to keep all my hot come come inside of you, how does that sound?" Dean
continued to whisper filth in the boy's ear, delighting in the state of his
agitated tail.
"Yes Dean, yesyesyes, please," Cas let out in a litany, thrusting back against
the head of Dean's cock as his retractable claws dug into the older man's
shoulders. Dean had a quick second to think if his boy was ready, but Cas was
already pushing himself back on Dean's thick cock. Inhuman meows and snarls
rumbled out of his chest that were only muffled by his face being buried in
Dean's neck, leaving what were sure to be bruises and bite marks.
"Oh fuck, Cas, baby, you're so tight. You feel so good around my cock."
Dean thrust up into the boy as his hands wandered up and down is back, tugging
at his nipples with one hand while the other ghosted over his cock. Cas picked
up the rhythm soon and was meeting every one of Dean's upward thrust with a
hard downwards thrust of his own.
Dean watched mezmerized as his catboy bounced up and down on his cock, his
pretty tail curled over shoulder to flick his own nipples and his ears pressed
to his head as he bared his neck to Dean's roaming mouth.
The quiet slap of skin and the occasional stifled moan that escaped between
their mouths was all the noise that passed between them. Dean could feel
himself getting close, Cas' perfect little hole clenching down on him every
time he hit that special spot inside his boy. He could feel the wet spot on his
shirt where Cas' cock was bouncing against him, so he started to stroke the
boy's prick.
"Cas, you're so perfect. I love you, so much baby. Are you ready for me to fill
you up?," he murmured as he hammered faster and faster into the tight body
riding him.
"Yes, please fill me up, Dean, I need it!"
Dean felt the hard clench of Cas' body as he came, his little prick spurting
over his hand. The overwhelming pressure sent Dean over the edge, pumping his
hot come into the boy's fucked out hole. They lay panting against each other
with their faces buried in each other's necks. Dean rubbed a soothing hand from
the nape of Cas' neck to the base of his tail. Sleepy blue eyes finally blinked
up at him.
"Can we use my new toy now?"
Dean let out a cut off moan. "Yeah, baby. We can do that." He petted a hand
through the boy's now slightly damp hair. "What did I do to deserve you?"
Cas just smiled sleepily at him as he fumbled for the pink plug. He placed it
in Dean's hand and then slowly slid off of the soft cock in his ass. Before any
come could spill out, Dean slid the plug in as far as it could go. The boy let
out a soft whimper as clenched around it.
"I feel so full, Dean. Feels good," he mumbled against his shoulder.
Dean kissed his sweaty forehead and gently placed the catboy on his wobbly
legs. He rubbed his eyes as Dean fitted the last dress he wanted to try on over
his shoulders. It fit perfectly. Castiel smiled at his reflection, then at
Dean's.
"Can I wear it out of the store? Pretty please?"
"Of course, sweetheart. Anything for my good boy."
Dean collected the other dresses that they wanted and left the others in a neat
pile on the floor. Before they exited the stall, he packed up all their
belongings and helped Cas into a pair of clean, new panties from Victoria's
Secret.
After the last awkward checkout of the night, Dean carried the sleepy boy to
the car and buckled him into the backseats. He placed the shopping bags on the
passenger seat and looked in the rearview mirror at the half asleep boy in the
back.
"Hey Cas, I forgot to tell you."
Castiel's ears perked up as he looked back at Dean through the mirror. "Tell me
what?"
Dean waved the remote that came with the plug.
"Your new toy vibrates."
End Notes
     this is the first fic i've ever posted somewhere that's not tumblr,
     so i would appreciate the feedback!
     come see me at superspookchesterbrothers.tumblr.com for more fics and
     drabbles. :)
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