"Well. This is embarrassing."


Dean had in fact been thinking about how embarrassing this was (stupid Sammy and his great ideas) when he heard the rumbly murmur behind him, but when he turned around and saw some goddamned blue eyes burning laser-humor into his skull he forgot for a minute and intelligently replied with ‘Whu?’

"I mean, really, one of us should change."

Dean is one hundred percent sure he looks like an idiot because he has no idea what the man is talking about, and the man himself looks like he’s about to burst out laughing. Okay, so the little crinkles at the corners of his eyes are kind of super endearing, but all he can really think about is how badly he must be blushing.

He should probably say something, but the nagging mantra of stupid Sammy and his stupid pranks and stupid charity no pants keeps cycling through his head. And of course when Sammy had told him about the ‘No Pants Subway Ride’ for whatever cause he was supporting he told him that meant totally naked, and of course he would see the kind of - okay - really attractive guy that always has the giant travel mug that smells like Christmas. Normally he’s got no shame, but turning up on a gross NYC subway naked was bad enough, and then he saw everyone in their best underwear, and he was honestly just waiting to be arrested, groped inappropriately, or both.

This is when two thoughts band together to push everything else out of his head. 

What if he’s not wearing pants. What kind of underwear does he wear?

Wait. One of us has to change?

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