"Sure, Sammy. Be right there." Dean dried off his hands and followed his brother into the bedroom. He rooted around in his clothes for the smallest things he owned: a pair of jeans that were too small on him and a t-shirt. Hopefully they wouldn't be too awful until they could get Sam some clothes of his own.

"Here," he handed them to Sam. "Toss yours out when you get them off and I'll throw them in the washer."