You decide to dress up a little. Cause why the hell not? You work hard with the brothers. Always in leather jackets t-shirts jeans—and the occasional flannel after being converted by the Winchesters—You earned a dress up opportunity.

You rummage through your beautifully personal closet, a luxury by comparison to the old motels you used to reside in with Sam and Dean. You settle for some fancy shirt you purchased out of pure excitement after hearing the word ‘closet’ and your favorite jeans, and hell, even some jewelry. No one can stop you.

You walk out from your room, feeling content with your outfit, maybe you can go out and show off your outfit while getting groceries for the bunker. You enter the kitchen, rummaging through the junk drawer for car keys, Sam and Dean are there…

Dean looks at Sam. Sam looks at Dean.

“I’m gonna….go.” Dean says slyly, grabbing his headphones and bolting, Sam’s eyes widened a fraction—the jerk was setting him up! He starts to protest but then the words die on his tongue as he looks at you.

“Uhh….” He awkwardly clears his throat, “Going somewhere?” He asks, his jaw tensing as his eyes seem to zero in on you.

Seeing how much he likes your outfit…maybe you aren’t anymore.