AN: written for mafagafos' prompt: Destiel fic where for some reason Dean has to wear Cass overcoat and finds the most embarrassing and awkward things there
Dean wasn't quite sure how he and his brother had ended up in a small room in the basement of an old hospital. He was glad his brother had come to his rescue but the relieve was clouded by him being naked except for a pair of boxers - a very humiliating experience. Castiel had shed his coat and tossed in the older Winchester's direction while barking an order at both hunters to find some place safe and not come out until he told them again.
So now they were hiding in a small dark room only lit by the fading glow of Sam's dim flashlight. Dean pulled the coat close around his shoulders - Washington in January wasn't particularly known for its mild temperatures - while he tried to figure out how he had ended up as a sacrifice for a ritual to summon an honest to god dragon.
"How long do you think we'll need to hide, Sam"
"Not sure. But our light will be gone soon. I'm afraid I don't have any spare batteries on me."
Dean put a hand inside one of the coat's pockets.
"Uhm, Cas has a lotta stuff in here..."
Dean pulled an open package of cherry flavored chewing gum out.
"Anything else, Dean?"
"Matchsticks and... a ball point pen without reservoir."
"Unless you are MacGyver in disguise that won't help us." Meanwhile the light had gotten even dimmer only illuminating the things Dean found inside of Castiel's pockets.
"A banana..."
"At least we won't starve to death."
"Ha, ha, Sam... Glasses - Jimmy didn't wear those... handkerchiefs, a chapstick..."
"...he obviously has never used, have you seen his lips?"
Dean ignored his brother and continued to explore the coat's pockets: "A pair of black boxers..."
"...Dean, I think those are yours!"
The older Winchester blinked at the dark piece of clothing. It was strange enough to find underwear - male underwear - in the pockets of a guy's coat, but the guy being an Angel with creepy stalker tendencies made the discovery of what unmistakably was a pair of Dean's boxers slightly disturbing.
"What the fuck?" the hunter voiced his confusion.
"Dunno, but keep searching, the light's fading, you can freak out later, Dean."
Eventually they ended up with a pile of junk. A tampon - "We could burn it, Sammy" - a condom - "Don't tell me you put that there, Dean." "Me?" "I recognize the brand you normally buy!" - a nearly empty package of smokes, a keyring - "Dean! Is this a key for the Impala?!" - a bill for a package of Tylenol, a rosary - "This is something I'd expected you to find, Dean..." - two one dollar notes, a bar of chocolate and finally a memorial candle.
As the candles soft reddish light filled the small room Sam eyed the assortment of random between them. "I wonder how all these things could fit inside the pockets in the first place. Have you ever seen them bulge?"
"No..." Dean answered with a frown.
"Perhaps this is some kind of Bag of Holding?"
"Huh?"
"You know, a bag that can hold more things than it should because there is some kind of dimensional portal inside that..."
"Oh, you mean like the guy from the Mikey Mouse comics? What's his name? Eager Beaver? Something like that..."
"Dude, Mikey Mouse? Seriously?"
"Hey, comics can be very educating. And you don't need another three nerds to pass the time with."
Dean handed the banana to his brother while he himself took a bite from the chocolate and smiled broadly. Now they just had to wait for the Angel to return.