I
“Sammy, something you wanna tell me about?” Dean stood in front of the dryers, holding up a bra. A rather large, ugly flesh colored bra. It was hooked over his finger, he wanted to touch as little of it as possible. Dean knew a pretty bra when he saw one.
Sam turned the most delightful shade of crimson.
“I mean Sam. Really, you couldn’t get a lacier one, or a nicer color, maybe a bit more see through?”
“Shut up!” Sam hissed. Snatching the bra from Dean’s fingers he flung it to the folding table. “It’s not mine!”
Catching sight of the man in the far corner, reading…well pretending to read, in actuality the guy had been watching, with much appreciation Dean’s kid brother all night, Dean just couldn’t resist the temptation. He’d probably be sporting a split lip for the next week, but who cared? It would be so worth it. Crowding Sam against the dryer, nuzzling his cheek against Sam’s shoulder he purred, “You know how to get a guy going.”
“Deeeaaannn!”
Yep, there was the whine.
Sam shoved him away with enough force Dean landed across the row of washing machines. He rolled on his side, laughter cackling up from his chest. The guy in the corner sat up a bit straighter, the book dipped a bit closer to his legs. Sam was oblivious. Not Dean though. Giving the guy a wink Dean reached out and pinched Sam’s cheek, getting his hand slapped away instantly.
“I’ll get you going all right, going straight through that window if you don’t stop.” Sam snarled, pointing to the window with the words ‘Spencer’s Laundry’ stenciled across it in big, ugly, neon orange letters.
“Awww, sweetie, here I thought you were wanting some sexy new underwear to turn me on.” Dean grinned wickedly, eyebrows bouncing. Sam still hadn’t noticed the guy in the corner.
“Se…turn….whaaa…” Sam went from delightful crimson to spectacular purple. Dean was so going to die for this, but it was going to be so worth it.
“Got you so you can’t even say words now.” Dean chuckled. Pulling more clothes from the dryer, was the thing haunted, cause seriously, panties now? Ugly green things with brilliant yellow bees on it. Who’d wear this crap? “Sammy, these are awesome! Put ‘em on so I can take them off.” A flick of his wrist sent the panties sailing at Sam.
Sam looked totally ridiculous with the panties hanging off the side of his head, draped over one ear. Well he would have except for the murderous expression and clenched fists. Sputtering some indefinable noise he shouted, “Screw you Dean.”
Really was the kid just stupid? Dean sprawled casually over the dryer, one arm flung to the side. “That’s the idea schnookums.” This was too easy.
The guy in the corner completely gave up the pretense of reading, book now on his lap, forgotten.
Sam spun, stalking at the door, noises that would do a Wendigo proud sputtering out his nose. He went about three feet before spinning back at Dean, finger out. “You know some days you’re…you can just…I can’t believe…”
“Yeah I have that affect.” Dean played with his amulet, lowered his eyes coyly. “But just want it from you.” He’d found a pair of pantyhose (sheesh how do women wear these things?) wrapped up among his jeans. That was so wrong. But doable. “And now these?!” He held them up triumphantly, “You’re so hot you little dear you. A special gift, you know how hose turn me on.” He’d probably wake up tomorrow with his neck tied up in the pantyhose, but it would be so worth it.
Sam’s face went completely maroon. He uttered some choking, gulping noise. Dean had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. The guy now had both elbows on his knees, leaning forward, not even pretending to not notice them.
“So help me Dean, I swear!”
Sam had him by the shirt collar now. “Hold that for later, when we’re alone.” The last word dripped from Dean’s mouth honey coated. Arching one eye brow and letting his eyes slide for the briefest instant to the guy in the corner. “Pillow talk.”
Sam’s eyes followed Dean’s. Maroon and green weren’t a good combination on anyone’s skin Dean decided. Barely recovering his balance after Sam shoved him away, Dean felt the impression Sam’s fist left on his jaw a split second before he flipped clean over the row of washers. Rubbing his jaw, picking himself up off the floor he chuckled. The guy in the corner was smiling.
“Ass.” Sam spat before pushing through the Laundromat door.
“You like it rough, me too!” Dean called after him. Nodding at the man in the corner Dean collected the rest of their now clean clothes and headed after his brother. He was so dead, but it was so worth it.
II
Dean brushed a hand through his hair, wondering exactly why he had grapes up there. He turned, glancing at Sam. Sam looked back all innocence and, and, and what? The kid was up to something. “Don’t do that?”
“Do what?”
Blowing a sigh through his cheeks he shook his head, pushed the shopping cart down the snack aisle. Spencer, it seemed, had a grocery store as well as a Laundromat and motel. Lucky Spencer. From the corner of his eye he caught sight of a shelled peanut sailing through the air at him, and Sam sticking one hand behind his back.
“Stop that.” The peanut bounced off Dean’s cheek.
“Stop what? Not doing anything.” Sam scratched at the back of his head, giving Dean a lopsided grin.
Dean stepped away from the cart for just a second, big mistake. He turned to add chips and pretzels, and damn if Sam hadn’t taken over driving, this was going to be bad he could just feel it. Sam had one foot on the lower rung of the cart, other foot pushing off the floor he rode it a few feet down the aisle. Swing the cart around before reaching the end, Sam rode it back. Tongue rolling around inside his cheeks he smirked at Dean.
“You’re still pissed at me cause of the Laundromat aren’t you? You have to admit it was funny.”
Sam didn’t answer, just raised his eyebrows and shrugged as he rolled the cart to one side and beyond Dean. Six and a half feet of Sam rolling himself up and down the snack aisle was, well, silly looking. Shaking his head Dean headed for the frozen foods. And hello beautiful! Dark hair, blue eyes, perky…everything and four mile long legs. The nicely fitting, exquisitely filled out shirt and short skirt didn’t hurt any either.
Dean smiled.
She smiled back.
“Nice little store here.” Dean dropped his voice an octave, smile widening.
“It is. You find the most delicious items.” Her eyes sparkled, she flipped a lock of hair over one shoulder.
“Yeah, I prefer the fresh fruit section, but can’t resist a good ice cream bar.” Dean grinned, then avoided screaming like a girl by a mere breath when Sam and his cart rolled by the end of the aisle and a mushroom careened through the air at them.
She jumped and squealed when it hit her shoulder, then rolled down to nestle in her delightful cleavage. Dean didn’t know if he should hug Sam or kill him, but kill him was winning. She plucked it out, dropping it into a nearby trash can.
Dean snickered, “People should watch their kids.” He caught sight of Sam over her shoulder, riding his cart, hands palms up, shrugging innocent, mocking, wicked grin. How the hell could he do that all at once? The cart rumble along, down the next aisle, Dean could hear Sam’s foot pushing off the floor every few feet. Could hear Sam humming. Humming! Crap.
“I don’t mind, kids are cute.” She leaned slowly over her cart, carefully placing a tub of iced cream next to her bread. Eyes lifting she smiled up at him again. Then straightened, complete curiosity all over her face.
His insides shuddered when the caa-lump, caa- lump sound of a cart being ridden by a so dead little brother closed in on him from behind.
“Deeeaaannnn.”
The whine for some reason was much funnier in the Laundromat. The cart ground to a halt beside him, Sam stepped off, smiled then leered….leered for crap’s sake, Sam doesn’t LEER...at her!
“So this is why you’re gonna ditch me tonight?” Sam tugged on Dean’s shirt. “C’mon Dean, not tonight. I bought new underwear and everything.” Sam walked his fingers up the back of Dean’s head.
Ducking away in what he hoped looked a nonchalant way Dean laughed, shoving Sam back a bit. “My kid brother here gets scared in the dark if I leave him alone.” Sam was so going to die for this.
“Dean,” Sam rumbled, “Is that what you’re calling me now? Funny that’s not what you called me last night when my underwear got you all hot.” He puffed in Dean’s ear before grabbing something from the cart and held them up like some sort of trophy. “Ooohh….look schnookums I found whipped cream and chocolate sauce, special just for you.”
Dean glared, Sam apparently forgot Dean was armed because he burst out laughing when she turned, giving them both a sour look and disappeared into the dairy aisle.
Dean’s good humor returned immediately after he dumped Sam’s somewhat heavy ass into the cart and gave it a good shove….right into the frozen juices.
III
Sam stretched in the sun. Spencer’s Quality Inn had, among other things its own Laundromat, grocery store, and a pool! Pools were a bonus. He made his way through the gate, around the assortment of lounge chairs and discarded towels to the spot Dean had left his clothes. Still trying to decide if he wanted to catch some rays or shove Dean under water until he turned blue Sam caught sight of the guy from the Laundromat.
This was too good to be true. Dean was going to kill him, but it would be so worth it.
Knifing through the water, tiny drops slipping from his hair every time his head broke the surface Dean was busy swimming laps. Totally oblivious to the guy watching him. Sam ran back to their room, returning a few minutes later.
“Hey.” He stopped next to Laundromat guy.
The man looked up at Sam, who stood at his full height and pretty much blocked the guy’s sun. “Umm…hello.”
Sam hunkered down beside him, waving one hand casually at Dean. “That guy swimming…”
Laundromat man nodded, swallowed a bit.
Sam grinned. Dropping a bag onto the man’s lap. “He thinks you’re hot. He loves this stuff.”
Laundromat man peeked in the bag, reached in, pulling out the contents. Holding one in each hand, chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream his eye brows shot up. “Really?”
“Definitely.” Sam nodded wisely. Standing he smiled a farewell to the man.
“Hey, Sammy, where you going?” Dean hooked his elbows over the edge of the pool, water trickled down his nose.
“Eh, to find something else to do.” Sam waved and jerked his chin in the direction of Laundromat man and his new found prizes.
Dean’s gaze shifted. He groaned, then slid back under the water.
Yep, Sam was so a dead man, but it was so worth it.
End
“Sammy, something you wanna tell me about?” Dean stood in front of the dryers, holding up a bra. A rather large, ugly flesh colored bra. It was hooked over his finger, he wanted to touch as little of it as possible. Dean knew a pretty bra when he saw one.
Sam turned the most delightful shade of crimson.
“I mean Sam. Really, you couldn’t get a lacier one, or a nicer color, maybe a bit more see through?”
“Shut up!” Sam hissed. Snatching the bra from Dean’s fingers he flung it to the folding table. “It’s not mine!”
Catching sight of the man in the far corner, reading…well pretending to read, in actuality the guy had been watching, with much appreciation Dean’s kid brother all night, Dean just couldn’t resist the temptation. He’d probably be sporting a split lip for the next week, but who cared? It would be so worth it. Crowding Sam against the dryer, nuzzling his cheek against Sam’s shoulder he purred, “You know how to get a guy going.”
“Deeeaaannn!”
Yep, there was the whine.
Sam shoved him away with enough force Dean landed across the row of washing machines. He rolled on his side, laughter cackling up from his chest. The guy in the corner sat up a bit straighter, the book dipped a bit closer to his legs. Sam was oblivious. Not Dean though. Giving the guy a wink Dean reached out and pinched Sam’s cheek, getting his hand slapped away instantly.
“I’ll get you going all right, going straight through that window if you don’t stop.” Sam snarled, pointing to the window with the words ‘Spencer’s Laundry’ stenciled across it in big, ugly, neon orange letters.
“Awww, sweetie, here I thought you were wanting some sexy new underwear to turn me on.” Dean grinned wickedly, eyebrows bouncing. Sam still hadn’t noticed the guy in the corner.
“Se…turn….whaaa…” Sam went from delightful crimson to spectacular purple. Dean was so going to die for this, but it was going to be so worth it.
“Got you so you can’t even say words now.” Dean chuckled. Pulling more clothes from the dryer, was the thing haunted, cause seriously, panties now? Ugly green things with brilliant yellow bees on it. Who’d wear this crap? “Sammy, these are awesome! Put ‘em on so I can take them off.” A flick of his wrist sent the panties sailing at Sam.
Sam looked totally ridiculous with the panties hanging off the side of his head, draped over one ear. Well he would have except for the murderous expression and clenched fists. Sputtering some indefinable noise he shouted, “Screw you Dean.”
Really was the kid just stupid? Dean sprawled casually over the dryer, one arm flung to the side. “That’s the idea schnookums.” This was too easy.
The guy in the corner completely gave up the pretense of reading, book now on his lap, forgotten.
Sam spun, stalking at the door, noises that would do a Wendigo proud sputtering out his nose. He went about three feet before spinning back at Dean, finger out. “You know some days you’re…you can just…I can’t believe…”
“Yeah I have that affect.” Dean played with his amulet, lowered his eyes coyly. “But just want it from you.” He’d found a pair of pantyhose (sheesh how do women wear these things?) wrapped up among his jeans. That was so wrong. But doable. “And now these?!” He held them up triumphantly, “You’re so hot you little dear you. A special gift, you know how hose turn me on.” He’d probably wake up tomorrow with his neck tied up in the pantyhose, but it would be so worth it.
Sam’s face went completely maroon. He uttered some choking, gulping noise. Dean had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. The guy now had both elbows on his knees, leaning forward, not even pretending to not notice them.
“So help me Dean, I swear!”
Sam had him by the shirt collar now. “Hold that for later, when we’re alone.” The last word dripped from Dean’s mouth honey coated. Arching one eye brow and letting his eyes slide for the briefest instant to the guy in the corner. “Pillow talk.”
Sam’s eyes followed Dean’s. Maroon and green weren’t a good combination on anyone’s skin Dean decided. Barely recovering his balance after Sam shoved him away, Dean felt the impression Sam’s fist left on his jaw a split second before he flipped clean over the row of washers. Rubbing his jaw, picking himself up off the floor he chuckled. The guy in the corner was smiling.
“Ass.” Sam spat before pushing through the Laundromat door.
“You like it rough, me too!” Dean called after him. Nodding at the man in the corner Dean collected the rest of their now clean clothes and headed after his brother. He was so dead, but it was so worth it.
II
Dean brushed a hand through his hair, wondering exactly why he had grapes up there. He turned, glancing at Sam. Sam looked back all innocence and, and, and what? The kid was up to something. “Don’t do that?”
“Do what?”
Blowing a sigh through his cheeks he shook his head, pushed the shopping cart down the snack aisle. Spencer, it seemed, had a grocery store as well as a Laundromat and motel. Lucky Spencer. From the corner of his eye he caught sight of a shelled peanut sailing through the air at him, and Sam sticking one hand behind his back.
“Stop that.” The peanut bounced off Dean’s cheek.
“Stop what? Not doing anything.” Sam scratched at the back of his head, giving Dean a lopsided grin.
Dean stepped away from the cart for just a second, big mistake. He turned to add chips and pretzels, and damn if Sam hadn’t taken over driving, this was going to be bad he could just feel it. Sam had one foot on the lower rung of the cart, other foot pushing off the floor he rode it a few feet down the aisle. Swing the cart around before reaching the end, Sam rode it back. Tongue rolling around inside his cheeks he smirked at Dean.
“You’re still pissed at me cause of the Laundromat aren’t you? You have to admit it was funny.”
Sam didn’t answer, just raised his eyebrows and shrugged as he rolled the cart to one side and beyond Dean. Six and a half feet of Sam rolling himself up and down the snack aisle was, well, silly looking. Shaking his head Dean headed for the frozen foods. And hello beautiful! Dark hair, blue eyes, perky…everything and four mile long legs. The nicely fitting, exquisitely filled out shirt and short skirt didn’t hurt any either.
Dean smiled.
She smiled back.
“Nice little store here.” Dean dropped his voice an octave, smile widening.
“It is. You find the most delicious items.” Her eyes sparkled, she flipped a lock of hair over one shoulder.
“Yeah, I prefer the fresh fruit section, but can’t resist a good ice cream bar.” Dean grinned, then avoided screaming like a girl by a mere breath when Sam and his cart rolled by the end of the aisle and a mushroom careened through the air at them.
She jumped and squealed when it hit her shoulder, then rolled down to nestle in her delightful cleavage. Dean didn’t know if he should hug Sam or kill him, but kill him was winning. She plucked it out, dropping it into a nearby trash can.
Dean snickered, “People should watch their kids.” He caught sight of Sam over her shoulder, riding his cart, hands palms up, shrugging innocent, mocking, wicked grin. How the hell could he do that all at once? The cart rumble along, down the next aisle, Dean could hear Sam’s foot pushing off the floor every few feet. Could hear Sam humming. Humming! Crap.
“I don’t mind, kids are cute.” She leaned slowly over her cart, carefully placing a tub of iced cream next to her bread. Eyes lifting she smiled up at him again. Then straightened, complete curiosity all over her face.
His insides shuddered when the caa-lump, caa- lump sound of a cart being ridden by a so dead little brother closed in on him from behind.
“Deeeaaannnn.”
The whine for some reason was much funnier in the Laundromat. The cart ground to a halt beside him, Sam stepped off, smiled then leered….leered for crap’s sake, Sam doesn’t LEER...at her!
“So this is why you’re gonna ditch me tonight?” Sam tugged on Dean’s shirt. “C’mon Dean, not tonight. I bought new underwear and everything.” Sam walked his fingers up the back of Dean’s head.
Ducking away in what he hoped looked a nonchalant way Dean laughed, shoving Sam back a bit. “My kid brother here gets scared in the dark if I leave him alone.” Sam was so going to die for this.
“Dean,” Sam rumbled, “Is that what you’re calling me now? Funny that’s not what you called me last night when my underwear got you all hot.” He puffed in Dean’s ear before grabbing something from the cart and held them up like some sort of trophy. “Ooohh….look schnookums I found whipped cream and chocolate sauce, special just for you.”
Dean glared, Sam apparently forgot Dean was armed because he burst out laughing when she turned, giving them both a sour look and disappeared into the dairy aisle.
Dean’s good humor returned immediately after he dumped Sam’s somewhat heavy ass into the cart and gave it a good shove….right into the frozen juices.
III
Sam stretched in the sun. Spencer’s Quality Inn had, among other things its own Laundromat, grocery store, and a pool! Pools were a bonus. He made his way through the gate, around the assortment of lounge chairs and discarded towels to the spot Dean had left his clothes. Still trying to decide if he wanted to catch some rays or shove Dean under water until he turned blue Sam caught sight of the guy from the Laundromat.
This was too good to be true. Dean was going to kill him, but it would be so worth it.
Knifing through the water, tiny drops slipping from his hair every time his head broke the surface Dean was busy swimming laps. Totally oblivious to the guy watching him. Sam ran back to their room, returning a few minutes later.
“Hey.” He stopped next to Laundromat guy.
The man looked up at Sam, who stood at his full height and pretty much blocked the guy’s sun. “Umm…hello.”
Sam hunkered down beside him, waving one hand casually at Dean. “That guy swimming…”
Laundromat man nodded, swallowed a bit.
Sam grinned. Dropping a bag onto the man’s lap. “He thinks you’re hot. He loves this stuff.”
Laundromat man peeked in the bag, reached in, pulling out the contents. Holding one in each hand, chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream his eye brows shot up. “Really?”
“Definitely.” Sam nodded wisely. Standing he smiled a farewell to the man.
“Hey, Sammy, where you going?” Dean hooked his elbows over the edge of the pool, water trickled down his nose.
“Eh, to find something else to do.” Sam waved and jerked his chin in the direction of Laundromat man and his new found prizes.
Dean’s gaze shifted. He groaned, then slid back under the water.
Yep, Sam was so a dead man, but it was so worth it.
End