You shared Dean’s sentiments about dressing up in suits, you didn’t particularly want to dress up to commit fraud and convince witnesses you were ‘Homeland Security’—but it was all a part of hunting.

“Man, I look like one of the Blue’s Brothers.” He complains looking down at himself like he wanted to crawl out of the prim and proper fabrics

“No, you don’t.” Sam says and smirks giving him a once-over, “You look more like a…seventh grader at his first dance.”

Dean crinkles his nose and looks down at himself again, “…I hate this thing.”

You finally give up on tying a tie and focus on adjusting your slacks and button up shirt, you grab the classy black tux and sigh walking out of the dressing room with a pout.

“Heyyy….look at you.” Dean says with a grin, you can’t tell if he’s messing with you, or if he actually thinks you don’t look like an idiot.

Sam smirks and points to the ruffled and abandoned tie around your neck, “Need help with that?”