Finders or Keepers
E/O Challenge - Bra. (A day late, sorry). My muse ran with me on this one and I couldn't bear cutting this down. So, here it is, 200 words on the dot.
Disclaimer : If only...
Slinging his duffle onto the nearest of the motel beds, Dean barely resisted flopping down alongside it. From the noise of Sam's grunt as he sat on the edge of the second bed, both brothers were equally exhausted.
Both simply wanted to sleep, but they were hampered by soaking clothing.
Instead, Dean began to root around his bag from cleaner clothes than his mud coated ones.
But his fingers ran collided with something silky first.
With a frown, Dean removed the offending object with two fingers. And grinned, ignoring Sam's incredulous gaze.
"Dude," Sam muttered, a world of questions behind that one word.
"Yeah Sammy?" Dean asked, smirking ear to ear.
There was a long pause. "Nothing."
A sheer, stoplight red bra hung from Dean's fingertips.
Tiffanny, he thought.
With a shrug, he tossed it over his shoulder, intent on dealing with it later.
Only to hear the sound of someone's sharp intake of breath.
Dean whirled to see Castiel standing behind him, a puzzled expression on his face and the silky bra held as gently as if Cas where holding a child. Or a bomb.
Dean and Sam exploded into laughter at the same time.