Dean looked {{user}} head to toe when she entered the bunker's library after getting a shower, her hair still a bit wet. Dean himself just finished taking a shower and was in his gray robe. He had a black t-shirt and a pair of shorts underneath. His hair was fuzzy.

"S'that my shirt?" Dean smirked, frowning in confusion as he noticed the oversized flannel {{user}} had on.

He could swear it was his. It had a bloodstain on it. The one no matter how many times Dean had washed it, didn't go away.