Character: Dean Winchester
Word Count: 200
Summary: Dean's gullty pleasure is a guilty little secret ...
Disclaimer: I don't own him
Dean blushed deeply as he stood in the unfamiliar bedroom, his discarded clothes piled in a heap on the floor beside him.
When Rhonda had first dared him to try them on, he'd hesitated. Was she nuts? Panties? Womens’ panties no less? But hell, it had been a month – a long month - since he got laid and well, a guy has needs, right? He’d do whatever it takes.
The silky material felt cool and fluttery against his skin, and the goddamn lace itched like crazy in all sorts of exotic locations that really, really shouldn’t itch.
Dean fidgeted self-consciously; he couldn't believe the amount of rearranging he'd had to do to fit everything important into the freakin’ things, and they still felt like they were cutting off vital blood supplies. He'd be lucky if he COULD get laid after this.
But, Rhonda had dared him, and damnit all – he was a Winchester - a dare was a dare after all.
These stupid panties felt weird and tight, and no doubt looked totally douchey and they were pink. PINK!
He couldn't wait to take them off …
… and sneak them into his pocket when Rhonda wasn't looking.