Author's Comment: This one is a lot less angsty and more like the regular SPN beat. I hope you like it. As usual, I do not own Sam or Dean, or Supernatural in any form. Enjoy!
Ducking inside of the store, the embarrassed Dean stuck to the back walls, determined not to be noticed as he tried to find what Sam had sent him for. His heart in his throat, he furrowed his brow, not seeing anything.
He had condoms, but no- Sam wanted lube. And not just KY Jelly kind, but the kind where just by the package you could tell it was for fags. Dean dropped his head and swiftly moved to the next isle as his thoughts whirled. What was he going here? Why did they need lube? Damn it.
Dean leafed through the products that advertised of natural male enhancement products, but Dean knew he had no problem with getting it up. It was just for the wrong person. Dean could just imagine the conversation in his head with the cashier. "I'd like this lube and this box of condoms." "…All right." "Yeah, I'm gonna' go pork my brother." "…Security!"
"Shit," Dean sighed and slipped his hand over the shelf, picking up the box as he felt his pocket vibrate. Ignoring it in anger, he kept going to pick up something less… Gay. Picking through a box of condoms, he found his size and juggled that with the lube in his other hand. What WAS he doing here?
This was so reckless on his part. What if someone saw? Dean would never live this down.
Able to get past the cashier, without her giving him a second glance, Dean tossed the bag angrily into Sam's lap, seated in the front seat of the Impala. "I hope you're happy. What I do for you…" he grumbled and started back to the motel to have sex with his brother.