What Could Have Been

Crowley laughed. "You know, I'd say yes, if Sam and Dean weren't still out of town."

"Yeah, they'd kill us if they missed it."

"Oh yeah... Maybe shortly after theirs?"

"We could." He nodded.

"We'll talk to them, after we tell them."

He nodded. "Let's call later... I wanna just be with you right now."

He nodded and wrapped his arms around him.

Cas held him tightly.

Crowley smiled softly. "What do you wanna wear to the wedding?"

"A suit I guess." He shrugged.

"Not a..." He hesitated, then sighed and went for it. "If you wanted to wear something else it'd be okay."

He tilted his head. "Like a tux?"

"Like... A dress."

He frowned. "Why would I wear a dress?"

"I don't know... I just thought..." He blushed. "sorry."

"I like it in bed but I could never... I could never do this in public. I can't be Cassie for real." He said softly.

"Do you want to be?"

"I... No, it's just a kink." He felt bad for lying to him but he didn't think Crowley would like the truth.

He nodded. "Okay."

"I'm gonna... Go to the restroom." He said before heading there.

Crowley watched him go and sighed a little. He felt like there was more to this... But didn't wanna push.

Cas stared at himself in the mirror, his dick tucked neatly between his legs, his makeup still nice, and his hair still pushed back. He sighed and touched over his body slowly, squeezing his non existent breasts.

Crowley wiggled into a laying position, thinking about tonight. Maybe if he just quietly pushed it...

Cas began to cry quietly, hating that he was like this, and took one of his pills, willing it to help more immediately.

"Hey, Cassie? Are you hungry?" Crowley called through the door.