Dean's Little Secret

Sam drove as fast as he could…desperate to get his brother medical help. They were fighting an evil clown with razor sharp nails that dug into Dean's thigh…blood gushing out like Niagara Falls.

"Sam, please just take me back to the motel and patch me up." Dean pleaded.

"No, it's too deep."

"Take me back!" he yelled.

"No, you're hurt," Sam remarked, instantly seeing Dean's expression fall. "Just give me a logical reason why."

"Can't let anyone see me."

Sam studied him and waited.

Dean knew the wound was bad, "I'm uh…wearing pink satiny panties."

"Back to the motel then."