“Did you get the lamb’s blood?” Sam hums, on his knees and reaching far back into the bottom shelf to grab a jar of dried herbs. His thin shirt slides up with the movement and suddenly Dean can see a strip of lacy, black panties poking out from his jeans. His brain turns to static. “Dean?” Sam questions, straightening up and turning to his brother in confusion. His eyes blow wide, “What the- Dean, you’re having a nosebleed!”















