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The pink panties that they found in Vince Vincente’s Lucifer’s room reminded Dean of just how much he loves to see his Sammy in pretty, frilly, delicate lace and/or satin.
That was really the only good thing that Dean could say about their visit to Los Angeles. The fact that he could (and did) walk into a lingerie store and buy women’s underwear without anyone even raising an eyebrow.
When they got back to the bunker, Dean donned the new [rockstar] leather jacket he’d acquired, sat on his bed and let his baby boy model the newest additions to his panty collection.
