This is for my beta, Red. She was having just one of those days and I wanted to cheer her up. 'Sides, anything that leaves this kind of visual just needs to be shared! Phoenix
Dean: "Are you friggin' nuts?"
Sam: "Not particularly."
Dean just gawked at him so Sam shrugged and added: "We do what we have to do and right now this is what we have to do."
Dean, started to unbutton his shirt: "I don't get you. You're Mr. Modesty and you aren't even bothered one iota about this?"
Sam, pulled his shirt off over his head: "Not particularly."
Dean, dropped his shirt in the backseat of the Impala, and growled, as he scratched his bare chest: "Not particularly. Not particularly? Well I am… 'particularly'"
Sam, slipped out of his jeans: "Look we need to talk to these people and this is where their friends said they are… So don't be such a prude."
Dean, paused, his jeans hung halfway down his legs: "A prude? You're calling me a prude? Prude this!" In one flourished movement he tossed his jeans next to his shirt and was out of his underwear. Standing with as much dignity as any naked man could muster, he crowed. "PRUDE THIS!"
And then proceeded to stomp down the path and towards the beach.
Sam tried to stop him: "DEAN, Wait!"
But his brother ignored him and continued on.
'The friggin' witnesses are hanging out on a nudey beach, fine, that is fine with me… hell I'll be treating them to quite an event with my sheer maginif-' Dean's thoughts ended abruptly as a group of old women sitting on a checkered beach cloth looked up at him and gawked… a group of fully CLOTHED old women. He glanced around – 'what the?'
And then his brother's voice hit him from behind: "The nude beach is on the OTHER side of the road, dumbass!"
Backing away slowly, with his hands placed strategically in front, the sound of his brother's hysterical laughter was the final straw. Dean might be naked and embarrassed but Sam had to die…
The End... or is it the behind?