Undress
"Seriously," Dean said, his voice thick and tired. "You ever get back up there, Cas, you've gotta thank your Boss for Wal-Mart. I mean, I was getting so bored before, I was fantasizing about the weirdest shit just waiting to get started."
"And what, exactly, were you fantasizing about?"
Dean grinned. Leave it to him to pick the kinky one. "Well, I was thinking, if anyone were to write porn about us and, like, post it up on the internet or something, it would suck. And not just because people that post stuff on the internet suck at writing. The entire first half of the story would have to be us taking off our clothes because we have so many layers, and after that, realistically, you'd just be too tired."
"Really? Me?"
"Well, yeah. I've got stamina, but you…?"
Much to Dean's apparent dismay (and secret delight), many an internet porn writer has already filled in the rest…