Room 438, Wednesday evening

[saltandammo]

Dean was still in a pretty good mood if feeling a little.. restless. He was just debating whether he wanted to go out and do something tonight and if so what.

[ooc: for a specific someone]

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[rocksthescarf]

Chuck was feeling a bit restless himself and was determined to do something about it. He left his room intending to go to the bar but instead took a detour to Dean's room instead. He figured there was more fun for him in there than at the bar.

He preferred just walking into people's rooms but decided to be nice and knock instead. He was in a good mood; he could stand being nice for once.

[saltandammo]

Dean opened the door and blinked. "What are you doing here?"

[rocksthescarf]

"It's been over a week since my last confession," Chuck said, smirking. "I've sinned a lot since then."

[saltandammo]

Dean's eyes widened a little at that, but then, as he considered, a slow smile crossed his face. "It's nice to see someone so concerned with their spiritual health," he said, stepping back to let Chuck in.

[rocksthescarf]

"Anything to save my eternal soul," Chuck said as he stepped into Dean's room.

[saltandammo]

"Should I put the collar on?" he asked with a smirk.

[rocksthescarf]

"If previous experience is anything to go by, you wouldn't be wearing it for long if you did," Chuck told him. He wasn't sure he'd be able to wait that long anyway.

Chuck made his way to Dean's bed and sat down on it. "I think I can just use my imagination."

[saltandammo]

"Fine," Dean said, sauntering over. "Shouldn't you be kneeling?"

[rocksthescarf]

There was a brief moment where Chuck wanted to tell Dean off for saying that but held back from actually doing so. He knew what he signed up for when this started. Besides, he'd be lying if he said this wasn't hot.

It took a second but Chuck did slide off the bed and onto his knees in front of Dean. Chuck looked up at him, trying to look as innocent as possible. "This better, Father?"

[saltandammo]

"It is. Shows proper penantance," Dean said, reaching out and touching Chuck's head as if blessing him.

[rocksthescarf]

"I aim to please," Chuck said, smirking. "I tend to work better in this position anyway."

Yeah, he was totally going to hell.

[saltandammo]

"There's that pride again," Dean said. "Just can't help yourself can you?"

[rocksthescarf]

"What can I say? I have a lot to be proud of," Chuck said, sighing. "It's going to take a lot to get over that particular sin."

[saltandammo]

"You're telling me," Dean muttered to himself, but keeping in character he asked, "Have you performed many acts of contrition since your last confession?"

[rocksthescarf]

"Not as many as I would have liked," Chuck said, unable to keep from reaching out and sliding a hand up Dean's thigh, letting it rest at his hip. For some reason he was feeling awfully affectionate today.

[saltandammo]

"With the load of sins you've committed, you're going to have to make up for lost time with the contrition," Dean said, not quite able to keep from waggling his eyebrows suggestively.