The challenge word this week is Goo and for some reason the boys seem to be taking their clothes off. Go figure! (It's 300 words, sorry it took me a while to get them naked!)
"Don't look at me like that, Dean. No crap covered clothes in the Impala, you know that. It's your rule, for god's sake."
Sam growled, peeling off his foul t-shirt and throwing it on the heap of ruined clothes as he stood shivering in the freezing downpour.
"But Sam..."
Dean pleaded hopping from bare foot to bare foot, reluctant hand hovering over the buttons of his filthy, goo-covered jeans.
"Don't but me, you exploded the damn thing and splattered us with it's putrefying guts. So help me, Dean, if I have to get in the car with you stinking like you do, I'll puke. So, pants off now, bro!"
Sam glared determinedly and a distinct pinkness warmed the older man's cheeks as he popped the buttons.
A band of pale, taught skin rather than boxers hove into view and Sam snorted in disgust.
"Commando, Dean? Really? No shorts?"
Dean rolled his wide green eyes, blushing furiously.
"I'm behind on my laundry, okay? If I'd known we were gonna get naked in the woods, I'd have stolen a pair of yours!"
Sam shook his head, wet hair spraying droplets as he opened the trunk and rummaged about noisily.
"Here. "
He threw a wadded-up, oil stained towel at the soaking hunter.
"Just take 'em off, cover up and get in the damned car."
Dean kept a tight hold on the inadequate towel as he shimmied, shivering onto the seat and slammed the door of the Impala. She growled to life and Sam leaned over to crank up the heating as they crunched gravel.
"You are unbelievable, man."
He muttered, shifting as far away as possible from the inappropriate expanse of naked flesh behind the wheel.
Dean grinned, his full lips curling wickedly.
"Just enjoy and give into it, Sammy!"
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