Dean sits up in bed, looking around the empty motel room for a sweatshirt or flannel or anything really. It had started to snow outside and this dump clearly had little to no insulation. You and Sam had gone out to pick up dinner a little while ago, and he knew you had one of his flannels. But where were the others dammit? Dean gets up, checking Sam's duffel bag. Everything in there was unfortunately Sam's. All Dean had in his bag was a bunch of shirts and jeans and a couple pairs of boxers. And a few of your panties, but that had nothing to do with looking for his flannel. He does a double take as he sees your half open suitcase, a soft grin adorning his face. You little thief. He opens it up, finding three of his flannels and both sweatshirts he was missing as you and Sam come back into the room, snow sticking to both of you.

"Darlin'?"

He pretends to look upset, holding up his stolen clothes as your eyes widen.

"You know, stealing is a sin."

Dean smirks, giving you a once over.