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clothes shopping! for samefivealbums

_{(Continued from sws)}

[As soon as they'd both got in the car, Sam was making his way towards the nearest clothing store he could think of. They needed to get Dean some seriously more appropriate clothes here soon. Though the thought of panty or bra shopping with Dean? A little bit awkward.]

[He was strangely more interested about the possible month with his brother than he thought he would've been before... Dean had come up. It was good to have his brother back in some way than when he'd first left for college. Still not something he wanted to think about and he didn't want to dwell on that bad blood, especially right now.]

So... how's it feel anyway? Waking up in a different body?

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Well, not all the time. Maybe sometimes. [He beamed, perfectly pleased with himself. Hey, it was the sort of thing he liked to see on girls, so it made sense to him.] I've got some normal tee-shirts and stuff in here, too. Might even try a skirt. College girls sure like their stuff short, though.

[He disappeared back into the stall to change into something else.] And shoes. Dude, the heels on these things... you could kill somebody with them.

Skirts too? [He gave a snort.] Are you sure you're not mixing up college girls with whatever porn you watch?

[He shifted a little, grinning to himself.] You're having way too much fun with this stuff, dude.

That could be possible. Although, I'm assuming this store angles toward college girls, since it's a college town. And pretty much everything the lady handed me was way above the knee. [He held a skirt over the top of the door and waved it a little.] Some people call this sort of thing "a belt", you know. [Obviously, that means he has to try it on.]

Why shouldn't I have fun? It will probably... hopefully... never happen again and it's just for a few weeks. [He emerged again in that skirt -- a faux-leather mini that had a shiny chain belt, and a skin tight, white babydoll shirt with sparkly, pink letters proclaiming him an "Angel".] Dude, I am a sexy bitch.

You could have said that wasn't your thing, you know. [But clearly, it was and clearly, Dean was going to try it on next.]

I guess... And next time you get near anything that smells like witch, you get away. [He looked up, eyes going wide again. And God, he should feel so bad for perving on Dean right now, that he'd perv on his 'sister', but you can't just walk out like that and not expect looks. Well, maybe if you had a normal little brother.] Dean... [He shakes his head, trying to get his thoughts out of the gutter and back on track.] Angel? Seriously?

Yep. Next sign of a witch, I haul ass. I'm done with the creepy chicks.

Why not Angel? I'm adorable and totally sweet. And, look! Less jiggling! [He bounced a few times to prove the bra was working.] I could even run, maybe.

Dean! [He cast a look around even if... no one was really close enough to see Dean jumping around like that. Well, no one but him.] Are you - dude, you're being a tease, that's not very angelic, okay?

[He huffed a sigh.] Okay, fine. Back to granny panties. [He ducked back into the changing stall to change out of the skirt.]

I didn't - say Granny panties, but dude. Give me a break here... you are really... [He shrugged even if Dean wouldn't be able to see it.] hot, okay?

[He peeked out again, smiling and kind of pleased.] Yeah?

Alright. I'll try to behave. [He ducked back in and pulled on a normal pair of jeans and a tee-shirt to wear out. Not see-through. He tossed the discards on the fitting room counter and held the rest in his arms with the clothes he wore in.] Ready?

... Yeah. Like I really have to tell you that.

[At least he was normal when he came out - nothing too revealing. He nodded at the question.] Yeah, definitely. [He headed towards the registers.] So, uh, you want to head back to my place after this or is there something you want to check out?

Well, I think I'm hot. I like knowing you think I'm hot, too.

We should definitely get food. I'm starving. We can take it back, though. [He piled the clothes and tags for the ones he was wearing by the register, and dug around for his wallet in the other jeans he'd worn in.]

You already know what I think. Or you should by now. [And that didn't change because Dean suddenly got a new body... a really hot new body.]

Yeah, okay, so what do you want to get anyway?

[He beamed at Sam and then turned back to finish paying for his clothes. He plunked down a good chuck of his available funds on them, but he figured it would be okay since he wouldn't be paying for hotels for a month. Apparently, there was some deep seated part of him that liked playing dress-up.]

Any good Chinese places around here? [He took his change and the receipt, thanked the saleslady, and hefted the shopping bags.]

Yeah, I know a couple... Hey - let me help get those. [Because she bought a lot and even if it was Dean... still didn't feel right making him carry them all out.]

[He moved to get the door so they could head out.]

[It was still kind of surprising to have all that sort of attention. Didn't really expect help carrying his stuff or, heaven forbid, holding doors for him. It was kind of cute, though. He shrugged, grinned at the saleslady, and walked out through the door when Sam held it.]

[He kind of enjoyed the clack sound the wedge heels of the new boots made on the concrete. He stomped a little, laughing.] I could totally curb-stomp someone with these, Sammy. Men's boots are missing out.

[He rolled his eyes at that, offering up a quick smile.] Yeah, well, I guess you won't be testing that theory out if you're supposed to be laying low, huh?

[Going to put the bags in the Impala, he looked up, offering a quick smile.] Come on, let's go grab some food.

Yeah, well, you never know! Could come in handy. [He added the one bag Sam left him with to the ones Sam put into the Impala, then smiled back.] Sounds good. Thanks.

[He grinned, kissed Sam lightly, and then turned to slip back into the passenger's seat.]

[He paused a moment at that kiss before slipping inside with the other and starting up the engine.] You're going to milk the girl thing for all it's worth, huh?

Is that a complaint? [Dean looked over curiously. He had been kind of enjoying himself, but he could dial it back if he was making Sam uncomfortable.]

I didn't say that. [He gave a more teasing look and... damn. She'd spent the last half of their shopping experience teasing him with skimpy clothes and even trying to bounce again. It wasn't fair at all.]

[But at least he could lean in and take another proper kiss without worrying if someone would see him making out with his brother.]

Good. [The skimpy outfits had been a lot of fun. Dean discovered he could tell how good something looked on him by the pitch of Sam's indignant DEAN! when he walked out in it.]

[He scooted across the seat and tucked himself in against Sam's side. Nobody would give a guy curled up with a girl a second look. He smiled at the kiss and wrapped an arm around his brother's waist.] C'mon, Sammy. Feed me.

[And he was sure Dean was going to use that dress knowledge against him sooner or later.]

Well, good to know your stomach's the same no matter what your body looks like. [He settled an arm around her as he started toward a place to grab a Chinese restaurant.]

[Without a doubt. He never missed a chance to wind Sam up a little and now he had a whole new arsenal of things to use.]

I can't help it. Shopping's strenuous. Besides, I skipped breakfast this morning. [He leaned up and nuzzled Sam's neck playfully.]

[He tightened his arm around her, giving her an affectionate squeeze.] So are you going to show me what else you got when we get back?

If you wanna see, sure. I should warn you... some of it's scandalous. [He grinned, giving Sam a devious look.] Girls have lots of naughty clothes, it seems.

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