"You've got to be kidding me," Sam looks at you unamused as you & Dean held up an Easter Bunny costume.

The three of you were investigating a mall that had mysterious 'suicides' in the past couple of weeks, so the plan was to get jobs & investigate. Unfortunately for Sam (& fortunately for you & Dean), the only other open job that was open was someone to wear the Easter Bunny costume & take pictures with kids in the middle of the mall.

"Aw, come on, Sammy, you believed in it since you were what, twelve? Plus, you're the only one of us who'll fit in it," Dean smirks.

"Shut up, first of all, it's Sam, second of all, I was not twelve," Sam scoffs, "This is ridiculous."

"Eleven, twelve, twenty, who cares? Come on, man, it could be fun," Dean gives him a grin, moving the bunny head closer to Sam, who was backing away with an uncomfortable look on his face.

He then looks to you, hoping you'd help him out.