We were on our latest hunt in Salem, Massachusetts. A nasty coven of witches that were trying to summon Lilith, were the latest baddies that we were hunting. I had been at the library all day researching, while Dean had been… hitting on a bartender or something. Like always. I was tired and just wanted to relax when I pulled up to our motel room. I got out of the car and shut the door, making sure that I had locked it. Dean would kill me if the car was stolen. After all that that, I started walking to the door of the motel room. I started unlocking the door, when I heard a beat of a song that was vaguely familiar. I opened the door not expecting to see something that was surely going to scar me forever.
Dean was dancing around the motel room, singing at the top of his lungs. Not so bad, right? But, he was dancing around in only his black boxers and singing "My Humps". Now you know why this was so disturbing. My older brother singing a song about… a girl's parts. Yuck.
Dean: What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside
that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love
drunk off my hump.
"Dean!"
"….. Hi, Sammy. How was the library?"
"What the hell were you just doing?"
"… Nothing…."
"Right."
"I was bored…"
"Next time you're bored, do some research. Don't sing a song in your boxers, please."
"Killjoy."
I could totally see this happening. Oooh, Jensen in just boxers. That'd be a great Christmas present.