Summary: Someone or something is messing with Dean.
"Dean, shouldn't we wait until we know what we're dealing with before we burst in guns blazing?"
"And wait for this thing to kill more people? No, thanks." Dean kicks the door off its hinges to find nothing out of the ordinary.
"Maybe we got the wrong location," Sam suggests.
"No, this has to be the place, I checked myself." Sam then let out a small chuckle, and Dean looks down to see his pants down to his ankles.
"Really, Dean? Batman boxers?" Sam snorts.
Pulling up his pants, he grumbles, "Never mention this to anyone, got it?"
"Whatever you say, Batman."
AN: Opinions? Prompts?