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likethegun ([personal profile] likethegun) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2008-06-02 07:54 am
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Library [06/02]

When Sam woke up and discovered that all of his underwear was missing, his immediate thought was to wonder how Dean had managed to break in while he and Dawn were sleeping. But all thoughts of pranking went away when he showed up at the library and found every empty space of the desk being used for underwear storage.

The worst part was that none of it was his underwear, and that meant he was still feeling very, very uncomfortable in his jeans. His discomfort only grew when he started pulling the underwear out and discovered just what some people felt the need to wear under their clothes.

After filling a basket and marking it "Claim Your Underwear, Please" he went ahead and opened the library.

[Open! Feel free to mod your underwear as being in the basket.]

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Murdock eyed him a little. "And were you the first to arrive this morning?" He pulled out a black flip notebook and began jotting down notes in it.

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Usually." He jabbed his pencil in Sam's direction. "So there could have been someone else about the premises prior to your arrival. Any signs the place might've been broken into? Busted lock? Broken window? Open flue vent?"

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com 2008-06-03 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
"So whoever the mysterious Underwear Bandito is, they're good. Real good. But Mac Murdock is better. Slicker than cheese on a wet wall." He eyed the basket for a moment. Glancing at Sam, he pulled out a pair of boxers covered with red hearts and quickly stuffed it inside his jacket. "You didn't see nothing. Got it? Nothing."

He flipped his notebook closed. "Thanks for the intel, pal. I'll have this caper busted before you can call home to granny." Turning sharply, he sauntered out, whistling the tune of the Purple Panther as he went.