For just_1_word | 34.5 Instigate
There was a knock on the bathroom door, but Dean ignored it. Sam could wait. Sam could wait for ten years for Dean to come out of this bathroom, and he didn’t care. He was not going out into the motel room for anything. If he got out into the motel room, then he’d have to get into the Impala and go to the bar to complete the dare.
Screw that.
Dean didn’t back down from much, but he was sure as hell backing down from this. He avoided looking at his reflection, contemplating getting the bars off the window to climb out, or just hiding in the shower.
“C’mon, Dean! A bet’s a bet, man.”
“I’m not doing it!”
“I promise I won’t laugh.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “I can already hear you snickering, Sammy.”
“I’m not snickering, I’m just really enjoying some quality time with my brother.”
“Pull the other one. You suck at lying.” Actually his brother didn’t, and the thought scared Dean. Still, Sam did suck when he was already laughing at Dean’s expense. “You want me outta here, you gotta give me something.”
“Like what, Dean? I’m not buying you flowers. The people in the room next to us already think we’re gay.”
Dean groaned, and sat down on the toilet after putting the lid down. He had to readjust himself after a moment. A small smile crossed his lips as he glanced down. Huh. Maybe something about this wasn’t so bad after all.
“Dean?”
“What?”
“I just asked you again what I’m supposed to do. It was a bet, dude. You can’t back out. Look, I swear I won’t make you do the part where you go to the bar, but at least just let me have a look. You can’t deny me that.”
“... Could you sound any more gay?”
There was a long silence on the other side of the door. “Dean!”
“Okay, okay. Jeez. But you do have to admit it sounded a little gay given the context.” Dean got up, and made his way to the door, unlocking it and opening it as he took a deep breath. He stood in the doorway, eyebrows raised at his brother. “Well?”
Sam stood there smirking, and snorted as he tried to think of something to say. No words came, so he did the next best thing and raised his cell phone to take a picture. “Dude, could you be any more gay?”
Dean sneered at his brother before he raised his hands to his chests to push his fake breasts up. He strutted into the room, heels clicking against the floorboards. The dress he wore strained over his muscled body, but there was still enough give in the skirt for it to swish as he walked. “Actually, I could. I still like women. I haven’t just suddenly gotten a taste for guys from wearing a dress.” He rolled his hips, the small smile back on his face. “And you know what? I might have to get a kilt. I am loving the airflow and room under this thing.”
Dean Winchester
Supernatural
Words: 516
Dean's Sam is notjustsammy
Screw that.
Dean didn’t back down from much, but he was sure as hell backing down from this. He avoided looking at his reflection, contemplating getting the bars off the window to climb out, or just hiding in the shower.
“C’mon, Dean! A bet’s a bet, man.”
“I’m not doing it!”
“I promise I won’t laugh.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “I can already hear you snickering, Sammy.”
“I’m not snickering, I’m just really enjoying some quality time with my brother.”
“Pull the other one. You suck at lying.” Actually his brother didn’t, and the thought scared Dean. Still, Sam did suck when he was already laughing at Dean’s expense. “You want me outta here, you gotta give me something.”
“Like what, Dean? I’m not buying you flowers. The people in the room next to us already think we’re gay.”
Dean groaned, and sat down on the toilet after putting the lid down. He had to readjust himself after a moment. A small smile crossed his lips as he glanced down. Huh. Maybe something about this wasn’t so bad after all.
“Dean?”
“What?”
“I just asked you again what I’m supposed to do. It was a bet, dude. You can’t back out. Look, I swear I won’t make you do the part where you go to the bar, but at least just let me have a look. You can’t deny me that.”
“... Could you sound any more gay?”
There was a long silence on the other side of the door. “Dean!”
“Okay, okay. Jeez. But you do have to admit it sounded a little gay given the context.” Dean got up, and made his way to the door, unlocking it and opening it as he took a deep breath. He stood in the doorway, eyebrows raised at his brother. “Well?”
Sam stood there smirking, and snorted as he tried to think of something to say. No words came, so he did the next best thing and raised his cell phone to take a picture. “Dude, could you be any more gay?”
Dean sneered at his brother before he raised his hands to his chests to push his fake breasts up. He strutted into the room, heels clicking against the floorboards. The dress he wore strained over his muscled body, but there was still enough give in the skirt for it to swish as he walked. “Actually, I could. I still like women. I haven’t just suddenly gotten a taste for guys from wearing a dress.” He rolled his hips, the small smile back on his face. “And you know what? I might have to get a kilt. I am loving the airflow and room under this thing.”
Dean Winchester
Supernatural
Words: 516
Dean's Sam is notjustsammy