Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural...but here's to dreamin'.
Notes: This was written per request of MMarinov who wanted to see Dean in a toga...enjoy sweetie. I had originally planned on writing 29 and now have 28 to go. If anyone would like to make a request just leave a suggestion in the comments. Other wise I'll be trying to come up with and post 28 more by the end of the month. This comes from my LJ and if you'd like to make a request please feel free to do so. I will add them as chapters to this. Kinda my birthday present to all my fellow August birthdays.
Teaser: "I can't believe this is happening," Dean Winchester muttered as he stripped out of his jacket, shoes, jeans and shirt...
Word Count: 225
Rating: gen & G
Character(s): Dean and Sam
Warnings & Spoilers: None
Flora Sheet Sets
"I can't believe this is happening," Dean Winchester muttered as he stripped out of his jacket, shoes, jeans and shirt- leaving them in a small pile on the floor of a random house where the owners were blessedly out of town. "Well?" he huffed as Sam, his little brother, strode back into the kitchen.
"Guess a single woman lives here," a sheepish grin slowly crept across his face, "this was all I could find." He held out two folded flat sheets.
"I'm not wearing a sheet back to the car, Sam."
"You don't have a choice, Dean," he sat the sheets down on the counter and began to search for a trash bag. "It's the sheets or your underwear."
"Fine," he muttered grabbing the top sheet, a soft pink, and wrapped it tightly around his waist.
As Sam bagged up Dean's clothes, Dean used the second sheet, also pink only with roses on it, to cover his chest. "I can't believe I have to walk back to the car in sheets!"
"Would you rather smell like a skunk or go it in your underwear and get arrested?" he asked heading for the door, keys to the Impala safely in his pocket.
"Whatever, Man, you're not the one in the friggin' pink bed sheets," Dean muttered following his way too amused little brother out the door.
Fin.