Well, when someone puts up a shiny new 'Naked Dean' tag especially for you, it's downright rude not to use it!
So, here goes with a tiny little drabble-sized ficlet concerning, Dean, a bed and no clothes.
Rating: K+ (saucy themes)
Word Count: 100
Sam's been walking the streets for hours to give Dean a bit of 'private time', so he really, REALLY doesn't need this.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and they're probably very glad I don't.
Sometimes Sam could really see the appeal of being an only child.
He tried to rationalise the chain of events Dean had described and which had culminated in the revolting spectacle before him.
"So, tell me again what happened?"
"Jesus Sam, how many times?" snorted Dean indignantly, "I was bangin' that chick from the bar last night. It all got a bit kinky an' and then the bitch took off with my freakin' wallet, phone, an' my clothes."
He tried to look as outraged as one could look cuffed naked and spreadeagled to a bed.
Yep, only child sounded real good right now.