Supernatural Oneshots (take 2)

Panties- destiel

Dean and Cas are roommates in their shared apartment. They don't have much, neither being able to afford living without someone else, but they do have clothes. Lots of them.

Today is Sunday, laundry day. The two carry their full hampers down the stairs to the community laundry room, almost tripping a few times.

They do this every week, nothing unusual ever happens, but this time it's different. Cas looks over at Dean as he puts his clothes in the wash. He sees something bright pink and pauses. What was that?

The two finish putting their stuff in the washing machine and walk back up to their apartment, hoping nobody will rip their clothes out of the wash and throw them onto the floor. Yeah. That's happened before.

Dean sits down on the couch, turning on the tv and eating some leftover pizza. Cas joins him, watching some show that seems funny, Young Sheldon.

After two episodes and a whole box of pizza, Cas offers to put Dean's stuff in the dryer, letting his curiosity about the pink thing win.

"Thanks man." Dean says, nodding as he hands Cas two quarters to start the dryer.

Dean hops in the shower and he hears Cas come back in about 10 minutes later. "Hey I'm back!" Cas shouts.

Dean yells "okay, be out soon!" From the shower and finishes up. When he gets out and gets dressed, he sees Cas sitting in the kitchen, an amused smirk on his face.

"What?" Dean asks, worried.

"Nothing. Think someone left these here with you." Cas says, putting some bright pink panties on the table. They have a lace waistband and the back is almost fully see through.

"Uhm.." Dean awkwardly shifts around. Fuck how could he forget he put those in the wash.

"I know you have hookups here, it's not a big deal." Cas says, pushing them across the table. Dean sits down and takes them in his fist, pushing them into his hoodie pocket with a blush.

"Y-yeah.." Dean says, holding the panties tightly in his hand.

"Oh- don't tell me they're yours!" Cas says, embarrassed and amused at the same time.

"No! Why would I have panties!?" Dean says, overly offended. Cas smirks and laughs a little.

"So they are yours." Cas says simply, smirking.

"Maybe... What's it to you?" Dean asks, offended. Why is Cas so weird about a pair of damn panties??

"Nothing. Unless you want to show me.." Cas says, crossing his legs, trying to keep his erection at bay. The image of Dean in just panties, nothing else, is sitting at the front of his mind.

"Show you what?" Dean asks, knuckles going white with how hard he's holding them.

"You should put them on." Cas says simply, leaning back in his chair, loosening his tie.

Dean blushes a dark red color and stands up quickly, storming off to his room. He's not going to embarrass himself anymore in front of his roommate.

After a minute of Dean trying to hide all of his tiny panties, he hears a knock on his door. "Dean." Cas says simply.

Dean cracks the door open, but Cas shoves it the rest of the way, revealing Dean's underwear drawer open with lots of bright colored panties in them, with the occasional black and white pair mixed in.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you." Cas says, guiltily, sitting on Dean's bed. Dean shuts the door and closes the underwear drawer quickly.

"Why'd you ask me about them then? Why'd you tell me I should put them on?" Dean asks, angrily.