A/N: I had to edit this story. I was way slack with the editing for this story, don't know why, so there were way more grammatical and spelling errors than I allow myself. And I don't allow myself any. There's no definite timeline for this story, but the home referred to in this story is the bunker, so sometime after mid season 8.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or anything recognizable.

Another day, another town. Nothing out of the ordinary for the Winchester brothers. Despite all the daily movement, the varying hotel rooms, and the ever-changing sceneries, a mom-and-pop diner was always the same. It was comforting, in a way, to have something in every town that was almost as familiar as the Impala.

It was in one of these familiar towns with its familiar diner that Dean saw a familiar face. It was a face he hadn't seen since he was a teenager, but he would know it anywhere. "Rhonda Hurley?"

The young woman turned at the voice, it's familiar, gruff timbre as fresh to her mind as it was the first day she'd heard it so many years ago. "Dean?" she asked in disbelief. "Dean Winchester?"

"Long time, no see," Dean said by way of confirmation. He stood from the booth he shared with Sam to greet the woman properly, who latched onto him in a fierce hug.

"It's been way too long," Rhonda agreed, giving the taller man an extra squeeze before letting him go. "How have you been?"

"I've been doing alright," Dean answered vaguely, choosing to omit pretty much everything he had done in his life since he was a teenager. "I've been traveling with my brother."

"Oh, yeah, Sam," Rhonda remembered. She turned to the other man awkwardly standing up from his seat in the booth. "It's so nice to finally meet you. Dean told me nothing but good things about you when we were together."

Sam felt even more awkward now. "Yeah, Dean's only told me positive things about you as well," he said as he shook her hand. 'Liar. Dean never told you jack about her.' Sam have his brother a look that clearly told him what he was thinking.

"I bet he never told you about the time I made him try on my panties," Rhonda laughed.

A chill ran down Dean's back and his eyes widened as he recalled that night. Next to him, Sam's eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped. "No," he stammered and smirked at his still shell-shocked older brother. "No, h-he never mentioned that."

"Aww, Dean, you never told Sam about that?" Rhonda laughed. Dean just stared at her, red-faced and wide-eyed. He didn't even register Sam snickering next to him. "It was super fun, though. He was over at my house one night while my parents were out," Rhonda explained to Sam. He listened with rapt attention, shooting amused glances at Dean every few seconds. "And we were, you know, getting it on, when he grabbed my panties by accident and he started talking about how soft they were."

"Oh really?" asked Sam with mirth. Dean just closed his eyes in embarrassment.

"Yeah. He said they were almost as soft as my skin." The young woman smiled at Dean, not really noticing his obvious discomfort. "So I bet him a chocolate pie that he wouldn't put them on. Needless to say, I lost that bet."

Dean was so ashamed, he felt tears in his eyes. 'The one secret I never wanted anyone to know.'

Sam turned to his brother in disbelief. "You put on her... panties... for a pie?" A cackling laugh erupted from him at the absurdity of the thought.

"And the best part is, I think he liked it." There it was, the biggest part of that secret that Dean was determined he was taking with him to the grave.

This was the funniest thing Sam had ever heard in his life. His brother, the tough, scrappy, manly man that he was, had put on a girl's underwear and liked it. "Wow, Dean," Sam said once he had taken control of the laughter. "I never expected something like that from you."

Dean slowly opened his eyes to see his companions looking at him, bright smiles lightening their faces. "Yeah, it was certainly a different experience for me."

When he looked back up at Sam's smiling face, he was relieved to find that it wasn't a condescending smile. There was only humor in that grin, which made some of the tension leave his tightened shoulders.

"We should totally do that again sometime," proposed Rhonda, much to Dean's horror.

Luckily, Sam was paying close enough attention to his brother to see just how high his level of discomfort was. "I think once was more than enough for Dean," he said diplomatically. He smiled internally at Dean's sigh of relief. "Besides, we were just passing through on our way home."

"Oh," said Rhonda, unsuccessfully hiding her disappointment. "Well, it was wonderful to see you again, Dean." Dean responded with a weak smile and a jerky nod. "And it was a pleasure meeting you, Sam."

"The pleasure is mine," Sam said politely and held out his hand. Seeing that Dean was still looking uncomfortable, he let go of Rhonda's hand. "Dean, why don't you go ahead to the car? I'll pay for breakfast."

'I could kiss you right now, Sammy,' thought Dean as he nodded and bade Rhonda a final goodbye.

When he got to the Impala, Dean felt all the tension finally melt away, leaving him exhausted and fatigued. He didn't even react when he heard the passenger door open and felt Sam's weight settle in the seat next to him. "Dean, you okay?" Sam asked.

"Oh, yeah, Sammy. I'm just peachy," Dean answered sarcastically, not bothering to lift his head from its resting place on the steering wheel. "I'm sure you'd be just as fine after one of your past girlfriends just blabbed your biggest secret to your brother."

Sam gazed sympathetically at his brother. "Dean, you know this doesn't make me see you any differently, right?" he asked softly. Dean looked up at him slowly, his eyes showing his hesitance to do so. "I know that was embarrassing for me to find out about that, but I promise it doesn't change the way I see you. It's just a funny memory, right?"

Dean thought about his brother's words. Truth be told, it had been a fun night. It wasn't something he'd ever planned on sharing with Sam, or anybody else for that matter, but it really was a good memory for him. Goodness knows he hasn't had enough of those in his life. Maybe it was something he could share with Sam, after all.

"Yeah," Dean finally admitted with a tiny grin. "It is a pretty good memory."

"So, maybe you don't have to feel so embarrassed by it," Sam suggested gently, not wanting to cause Dean anymore discomfort.

Dean's little grin stretched into a full smile. "Nah, I feel better about it now," he said truthfully. Sam returned his brother's smile. "But just so you know, Sammy, if you tell anyone about this, I will rip you limb from limb and salt and burn your bones before you're done dying." The smile Sam wore turned into a full, rich laugh, and Dean couldn't help joining in.

"Don't worry, Dean. Your secret's safe with me." And Dean believed him. With the knowledge that the person he trusted the most would keep his deepest secret, Dean eased onto the road, he and his brother headed for home.

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