Dean came back from a solo hunt. It was nothing really. Just one werewolf. He’d handled it quickly and now wanted to relax. He sits down in his room and flips through his vinyl collection. Before he can pick one he stops and looks at his closet. His clothes are… missing? Only a few clothes remain. Who in the hell broke into the bunker to steal his clothes? The clothes Sam deemed hideous.

“The hell…” He mutters. He leaves his room pissed, thinking Sam threw his clothes out.

“Sammy! Where’s my clothes!” He shouts. Finding Sam in the kitchen.

“What?”

“They’re missing! What did you do?” Deans accusing tone takes Sam by surprise.

“Dean, I didn’t take em.” Sam says honestly.

Dean eyes him suspiciously. “Fine I believe you. you’re a terrible liar.”

Dean storms around the bunker when he passes your room. He peeks inside. You’re surrounded by a pile of clothes. His clothes. You’d taken them. But why? He can’t even bring himself to be mad. Then he sees what you’re doing. Mending them. Fixing buttons and tears. He steps in.

“What… what are you doing?” He asks.