you walk into the kitchen where sam and dean were sat. dean was drinking a beer and sam was browsing online. you walked over to the fridge, pulling your own drink out.

dean looked over at you, smirk on his face. “well, whatdya say, she finally comes out” he chuckles, but then chokes on his drink as you turn around, a smirk of your own on your face.

the shirt had a collage of different pictures of dean on it, his name written across the top. “what the hell- where’d you get that.” he says, setting his drink down and standing up to get a better look.