A/N: Waves merrily. Hello, fellow pervs! So you liked nekkid Sammy, huh? Thanks! You all share equal blame, including you, sylia91. I have no shame. I have expanded this to seven drabbles in all. Platinum Rose Lady, I do hope you're feeling better, and the images of nekkid Sammy help you out. Somehow the drabble word snuck in the second part despite my best efforts. And for the sake of the boys, let's just say this happened during the first or second season, before FBI Agent Hendricksen got involved.

Word Count: One hundred words each section.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Eric Kripke does. This is for entertainment, not for profit.


Sam woke up first.

Dean was still sprawled on Bobby's worn couch, and even asleep the bastard had this irritating little smirk plastered on his face.

Bobby guffawed each and every time he even looked in Sam's direction.

"He's your brother, you idjit," Bobby drawled finally. "What do you think?" He snickered again and finally excused himself. He was burning daylight and that truck engine out in the yard needed fixin'.

The pictures were on the laptop, downloaded from Dean's cell phone. Sam couldn't believe Dean had been that damn sloppy.

"Sammy's Kitty Pics" was the title of the folder.


Four to go.