You’d just returned from a run and were at the doorway to your room when you stopped dead. Dean was

You’d just returned from a run and were at the doorway to your room when you stopped dead. Dean was in there apparently digging through your dresser and he just happened to be in the exact drawer where you stored your intimate items.“Ahem,” you cleared your throat loudly and he looked up like a deer in headlights. Maybe it was because you startled him but he straightened up abruptly and there was a pair of your underwear dangling from his fingers. “Something I can help you with, Dean?” you asked, your eyebrows lifting.“Uhhhh—” He suddenly realized what was in hand and dropped it back into the drawer, his eyes widening. “I—uhh—This—this isn’t what it looks like, heh,” he said with a gruff laugh. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck anxiously.You leaned against the doorframe and crossed your arms, apparently still at your ease. A half-smile grew on your face at the elder Winchester’s obvious horror. “Really? Because it looks like you’re digging through my underwear drawer.”He let out another nervous laugh, “Uhh—yeah, okay, but not just to be a perv, I swear!”You cocked your head at him and waited for him to go on.“Sammy wants to make an inventory of all the guns and Cas said he was pretty sure you kept that little silver revolver in here. I didn’t—I didn’t know it was the drawer with—with—”You laughed. “With my underwear in it?”“Yeah…. s—sorry,” he said.You nodded and straightened up. “Nightstand,” you said, nudging your head in the direction of the bedside table.Dean tilted his head and smiled awkwardly. “You know, that makes a lot more sense than the—the—this drawer,” he said, shoving it closed and clearing his throat.You smiled at him, bemused, as he went to the nightstand and pulled it open, collecting the little silver gun. “Hey. If you wanted to see my underwear, Dean, all you have to do is ask,” you joked. He froze and his eyes went round again, his cheeks actually coloring a little red, and Dean Winchester blushing was entirely too much. You burst out laughing again and he seemed to relax some after a moment. “Yeah, ha ha. Very funny,” he growled, heading for the hall. You bit your bottom lip and watched him leave, making a mental note about just how charming he was when he was flustered.Prompt: “This isn’t what it looks like!” -- source link

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