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Adventures in Shopping

Chapter 12 – Behind Closed Doors

Once behind the wheel of the Impala with Sam safely belted into the passenger seat, Dean hit the gas and peeled out of the gravel parking lot of the min-mart just in time. They could hear the sirens coming but the police cars were not yet in sight. If the brothers couldn't see the cruisers, the cruisers couldn't see the Impala. Winchesters wanted nothing to do with the cops, even if they were the heroes in this particular escapade.

Sam trailed his fingers up and down Dean's neck. "Do you think we could get a copy of that security tape for our private use?"

Dean tossed his head and knocked Sam's hand away. "I'm not breaking into a police station to rescue a sex tape for you. You really want something like that I'll dance naked for you at home and you can tape it."

Sam snorted. "Thanks for offering. I'll probably take you up on that but I liked how you looked when I came through the door. I really liked the looks on those guys' faces when you dropped you pants."

Dean snorted. "Pervert."

"If I am," Sam cooed, "what are you?"

"You know exactly what I am," Dean grinned. "I'm your willing partner."

At home they unloaded the car and Sam went to the kitchen to put away the groceries. Dean went to the bedrooms to put away their new clothes.

Standing in his bedroom with a fist full of his brand new panties he was trying to make space in his dresser drawer for them. For just a moment the light fell across the green pair and they seemed to glow, all warm and friendly. Dropping the rest in place Dean stripped out of his clothes and slid the green pair on. Looking in the mirror he thought they looked really sexy on him.

He snickered again as he headed for the kitchen to torture his brother. The players in a Dom/Sub relationship really knew who was in charge. The Submissive always held the upper hand. If the Sub stopped playing the Dom had no recourse if they really wanted a long-term relationship.

Dean stopped in the kitchen doorway and rested his fingers on the lintel. Nearly naked, with his arms raised and in his pretty, pretty emerald panties he called out "Hello, Sammy."

Sam jerked his head out of the refrigerator and dropped the bag of zucchini he was putting away.

He took a long look and then charged across the room after Dean.

Dean turned and ran down the hallway towards his bedroom, laughing and leading Sammy on.