Thinking about sam and dean playing truth or dare on a really long, boring car ride.
"Okay, what's the weirdest thing a girl has made you do during sex?" Sam asked, glancing over at his brother from the passenger seat.
"Oh Sammy, trust me, you don't wanna know," Dean chuckled, but gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.
Sam scoffed, "you're the one who picked truth! come on, just tell me, it can't be that bad."
"Okay, okay, fine." Dean sighed, his eyes fixed on the dark road. "There was this chick at a bar in the middle of fucking nowhere. she was tall, thin, super model material really-"
"Get to the point dean, stop stalling," Sam interrupted.
"Jeez, fine," Dean sighed. He was really not proud of what came next in the story. "We went back to her place pretty wasted, and before we got to her room she wanted me to, uhm."
"She wanted you to do what?"
"She wanted me to... wear her panties."
The car went quiet, sam staring at dean, jaw slack. Dean's face turned red, and he tried his best to keep his breath steady as the silence grew uncomfortable.
"Did you like it?" He asked, voice darker than it should be.
"Did you like wearing her panties?"
A few seconds of silence passed, Dean gripping the steering wheel so tight he thought it might snap, before he finally spoke.
There was the sound of a button popping and a zipper opening as sam said "pull the car over."
