Sam giving dean advice while clothes shopping because he'd been stuck at the motel watching a channel devoted entirely to fashion the whole day he was home sick.
âReally? Thatâs what youâre going with?â
Dean hesitated with his hand halfway towards the shirt heâd chosen-- one that looked comfortable, and was cheap enough that it wouldnât dip far into his savings.
âYeah?â Dean said suspiciously, wishing he could tilt his head to catch sight of Sam, currently hidden in the edge of his collar.
Outside, the snow was coming down strong. They had meant to be back to the motel before the storm hit, but it had blown up while trying to pack up the supplies they needed to stock up on.
When they found that almost everyone had left, leaving the mall and surrounding stores with only a few die hard customers and the exhausted cashiers to keep an eye on them, it had looked to be the perfect time to get in a little shopping without the ever-present concern that Sam would be spotted.
âYou could at least buy something with style one of these days,â Sam said dryly as he judged the outfit Dean was looking at.
âHey,â Dean complained. To anyone else in the store, it would appear that he was arguing with himself there, no phone in sight. âIâll have you know that my outfits are perfectly acceptable.â
âSure, for shopping at the Army Navy surplus store,â Sam sassed. âTrust me, you could use something with a little more flair for your interviews.â
âSince when are you an expert on fashion?â Dean complained as he wandered over to another rack to browse.
âSince you left me at the motel that day with the shopping network on! All I watched all day was the outfits they were selling!â
Dean smirked. âNext time, remind me to leave it on the beef jerky channel.â
Sam jabbed him in the neck. âNext time, Iâm using your credit card. Iâm sure Bobby will appreciate getting some packages for you.â
âDonât even think about it.â