#so sam's just chill and kind and buying dean that cute satin pair

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happy wincest wednesday!! how do they explore dean's lingerie kink? who first brings it up?

helloooooo happy wincest wednesday! what a PHENOMENAL question, let's ponder --

-- okay to be fair I have written... three fics with lingerie discovery, haha, so I have already done a ponder about this. But in all three it was Dean who was either already wearing the lingerie or who shyly-ish brought it up, and that really continues to be the way I think it would be most likely.

Dean clearly finds it embarrassing, from an 'eh, let's not talk about it with baby bro' level all the way up to a devastating self-humiliation level, and where he falls on that spectrum obviously depends on the era, his level of current self-esteem, what kind of wincest setup it is, etc. But -- he does still like it, and it is a secret, and the very very best thing about secrets is when they're discovered.

In general I'm not of the mode that Dean just wanders around middle America with panties on under his jeans. If it's just a thing he does then I guess that's nice for him, but I'm so much more interested when it's more secret and more special than that. I want him to wear panties when -- he's feeling really awful and wants to feel something that could be better (a la 'oh so good oh so fine'), or when he's feeling at his deepest most ultimate level of home-comfort and trust and wants to take that last thrilling step (a la 'beams of our house are cedar'), or when he's sort of terrified and yet wants to push into that last worst bit of terror, in a kind of defying the world way (not yet written but like, you can see it, can't you).

In all three of these (and scenarios like them) the point is to have the secret discovered, not baldly admitted. It's something Sam has to find out for himself, either because of an accident (or "accident") or because Dean isn't going to say but if Sam slides his hand below a waistband -- oh, the intrigues he'll find. Even if Dean's happy and healthy and established-relationship joyous with his brosband, I don't want to see them shopping together for manties -- or if they are, then I want Sam piloting the laptop while Dean's getting redder and redder and saying shut up, just -- pick something -- because what's interesting to me about the panties isn't panties. They're a mechanism of trust and cracking open of the self and even self-objectification, which is its own kind of trust, and all of that is very cool but it is WILDLY boring to me if people just talk about it baldly over the kitchen table. (Or -- again, they can, but only if Sam brings it up and Dean's having a full on nuclear meltdown on the inside. I like my kink to have an element of personal danger. Otherwise it's just -- stuff that happens. Let's make it k i n k, huh?) ((This is the difference between panty kink and panty presence. Fics with panty presence can suck me.))