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Adventures in Shopping

Chapter 11 – Ah, Hell!

Shopping was done. They were on their way home. Sammy was being a bad, bad dominant, licking and nibbling on his submissive's ear. He was murmuring promises about what they were going to do when Sam got Dean and the silk satin panties home and behind closed doors. Even Dean was amazed at Sam's imagination. He thought they had done it all but the panties were encouraging Sam's creative side.

Sam had Dean's zipper down and one big hand was squeezing Dean's satin covered dick.

"Sam," Dean objected. "You don't want to crash the car, do you? We need it to get to our bed." In glancing down to see what Sam was doing to him Dean noticed the gas gauge. It was only on a quarter tank and the Impala sucked gas like a kid sucked a coke.

"Sam, get out of my pants." Dean repeated. "We got to stop for gas and, if you're good I'll buy you one of your froo-froo coffees."

They pulled in and Sam went to gas up the car while Dean wandered into the mini mart. He headed for the coffee pots and starting pouring.

Dean was all the way in the back of the store, behind the row of coffee machines, minding his own business when his attention was attracted by the repeated ringing of the annoying entrance door bell and raised voices from the cash register island. Popping his head up he was surprised to see a hold up in progress. There were two of them. One guy held a sawed off shoved in the terrified clerk's face and another guy was trying like hell to open the cash register.

When Dean's head popped up the register abuser saw him. "Hey, you," the man yelled and aimed his own sawed off in Dean's direction." Get out here. Raise your hands and get out here or I'll blow your head off."

Dean considered what he was up against. These guys hadn't even bothered to wear masks. They were either drifters who weren't worried about security tapes or really stupid locals. Either way, they didn't look too bright. Dean thought that the older guy didn't even know that he had almost no chance of hitting Dean on purpose. A sawed off was designed for a wide area spread, not accuracy.

The one holding the clerk hostage was a scrawny, tall dick who was shaking like a leaf. Any minute now his sweaty hands would slip and he'd put a hole in the clerk. The other robber was an older man with a beer belly and a bad attitude.

Dean had left his gun with the car. Changing in and out of jeans and panties had distracted him and now he had nothing to offer. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sam peek around the edge of the front window. Dean thought he might be coming back from the men's room.

Just a glance at Sam and the brothers had a plan. Dean raised his hands with a large steaming coffee in each one and started walking to the front.

"Take it easy," he told the robbers, causing both of them to look at him. "Nobody needs to get hurt here." He was trying to distract them so Sam could attack.

"Shut up, pretty boy, or I'll wreck that face of yours." The older man said. He racked the shot gun and Dean shut up. What to do now?

As he got within arm's reach of the scrawny guy Dean pretended to trip and threw the contents of the coffee cups all over the robber.

"Jesus Christ, you stupid bastard," the man yelled. "Fuck, look at me." He was scalded and soaked, standing in a puddle of coffee, some of it still dripping off his nose. Now he turned his gun on Dean.

"Alright you idiot, strip."

Dean froze and the guy's partner said "What? What are you doing Bradley?"

Bradley responded, "Look at me. I'm soaked. I want his clothes." He turned back to Dean. "I said strip, Are you both stupid and deaf?"

Dean realized he didn't have to talk to get their full attention. In another minute they would be looking at him and only him. Sam would be able to drive a truck through the window and they weren't going to be able to turn around to look.

Dean made a show of it. He drew his t-shirt off and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. As the jeans went down his lacey, black satin panties were revealed. Both robbers froze in shock.

"Holy, mother of God…" was all Bradley could get out before Sam burst through the front door and shot beer gut in the shoulder. He then administered a nasty blow to Bradley's head with the butt of his pistol and the scrawny guy went down.

Both robbers were down for the count. Only the clerk was standing and he was frozen in open mouthed amazement. Between the violent removal of the robbers and his customer's choice in underwear he really didn't know what to do.

Faintly, off in the distance, Dean heard a siren. He figured the clerk had managed to trigger a silent alarm at some point and now the cops were on the way.

"Get your clothes on, Dean," Sam yelled. "This adventure's over. We got to run."

Pulling his pants up and holding his t-shirt with the other hand Dean ran for the Impala. He wondered how good the mini-mart's security camera was. He had the feeling that he was going to be looked at by an entire police station full of cops. They would probably invite in guests and make popcorn and the big draw wasn't going to be the robbers.