You swing your motel room's door open after hearing Dean knocking on it, and your mouth fell slightly agape when you saw him dressed as a priest, clerical collar and all. Checking him out from head to toe, you frown, and he awkwardly stands there, because he doesn't like this disguise.

"It was Sammy's idea, alright?" He grumbles, voice even more gravelly than normal due to him being bothered.