Team Sam Fic: Wardrobe Malfunction
“I can’t wear this.” Sam stated, frowning and looking uncomfortably down at the garment Dean picked out.
“Why not?”
“It’s … it’s so …”
“What? Girly? That’s kinda the point, Sam … or should I just go ahead and call you Samantha from now on?”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Gee, Dean, that never gets old, " Sam laughed sarcastically, then flopped down on the bed dramatically, "God … this sucks. How am I supposed to go to school like this?”
“It’s a new town. No one at the school knows you from Adam --or Eve, for that fact." Dean tried to be consoling, but on some levels, this whole predicament was still sort of amusing to him, "But really, if you hadn’t gone and pissed off that bitch that turned you into a girl you wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place.”
Sam sighed, pulled a pouting, defeated face before looking down at the garment again and then back up at Dean with baleful eyes, “Okay - I get why I need to wear this … but uh …” Sam paused, flushing with embarrassment, “I don’t know how to put this thing on.”
Dean cursed a little internally; he’d had plenty of experience taking this particular piece of clothing off of women since he hit puberty and he was pretty proud of the fact that he could get one open single-handedly, in the dark, and under two seconds, but in truth - he didn’t have a clue as to how it actually got on to a woman’s body in the first place either, “Well … uh … don’t you just … put your … ya know … ‘girls’ in the cup thingies and then button it in the back?” He offered unhelpfully.
Sam gave Dean a patented ‘well, duh’ look that had been honed and perfected into an art over the past seventeen years, “Yeah - in theory, I guess,” Sam snapped back, eye-roll included, “But how the hell am I supposed to reach around and do that? I don’t have eyes in the back of my head.”
Dean had done a great many things for his brother over the years - he had nursed him back to health when he was sick, read him bed-time stories, and taught him how to tie his shoelaces, but one thing he never imagined he would ever have to do was button his brother’s … sister’s?… bra for him … er, her …
Whatever … they so needed to get this fixed like yesterday.
The End
“Why not?”
“It’s … it’s so …”
“What? Girly? That’s kinda the point, Sam … or should I just go ahead and call you Samantha from now on?”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Gee, Dean, that never gets old, " Sam laughed sarcastically, then flopped down on the bed dramatically, "God … this sucks. How am I supposed to go to school like this?”
“It’s a new town. No one at the school knows you from Adam --or Eve, for that fact." Dean tried to be consoling, but on some levels, this whole predicament was still sort of amusing to him, "But really, if you hadn’t gone and pissed off that bitch that turned you into a girl you wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place.”
Sam sighed, pulled a pouting, defeated face before looking down at the garment again and then back up at Dean with baleful eyes, “Okay - I get why I need to wear this … but uh …” Sam paused, flushing with embarrassment, “I don’t know how to put this thing on.”
Dean cursed a little internally; he’d had plenty of experience taking this particular piece of clothing off of women since he hit puberty and he was pretty proud of the fact that he could get one open single-handedly, in the dark, and under two seconds, but in truth - he didn’t have a clue as to how it actually got on to a woman’s body in the first place either, “Well … uh … don’t you just … put your … ya know … ‘girls’ in the cup thingies and then button it in the back?” He offered unhelpfully.
Sam gave Dean a patented ‘well, duh’ look that had been honed and perfected into an art over the past seventeen years, “Yeah - in theory, I guess,” Sam snapped back, eye-roll included, “But how the hell am I supposed to reach around and do that? I don’t have eyes in the back of my head.”
Dean had done a great many things for his brother over the years - he had nursed him back to health when he was sick, read him bed-time stories, and taught him how to tie his shoelaces, but one thing he never imagined he would ever have to do was button his brother’s … sister’s?… bra for him … er, her …
Whatever … they so needed to get this fixed like yesterday.
The End