dean walks into the motel looking around for something. “hey, you seen my white shirt? i just took it off” he huffs. you pull the covers up more over yourself.

“nope, i ain’t seen it” you say and he looks over at you, seeing the way you shield yourself a bit more, as if you were hiding something. he walks over to you suspiciously.

“you’re wearing it, ain’t you?” he narrows his eyes a bit. despite your protests, he pulls back the cover and freezes a bit when he sees you wearing his shirt… with nothing else on.