For helosthisshoe
It had seemed like the perfect night to go out. Sam was off at Bobby's, trying to find a lead in the case they were working. When they'd talked earlier that afternoon, they were hitting a brick wall and Sam had sai he probably wouldn't be back until sometime tomorrow. He'd worked their one last lead and hadn't come up with anything they didn't already know. So, yeah, Dean felt totally justified in taking advantage of the opportunity.
Dean had things he liked he didn't share with his brother. He wasn't sure how Sam would react, and so he kept it quiet. His usual boots and classic black tee-shirt paired with stockings and a little red miniskirt. Dean had intended to make it out to a bar, where he'd be all playful smiles and smoke-rimmed green eyes. Drinking hurricanes or purple nurples or whatever weird drink the tender was making.
He definitely hadn't expected Sam to walk through the door. Dean stared, frozen in the middle of the room trying to think of something to say. "Uh, Sammy--"
Eloquent as always.
Dean had things he liked he didn't share with his brother. He wasn't sure how Sam would react, and so he kept it quiet. His usual boots and classic black tee-shirt paired with stockings and a little red miniskirt. Dean had intended to make it out to a bar, where he'd be all playful smiles and smoke-rimmed green eyes. Drinking hurricanes or purple nurples or whatever weird drink the tender was making.
He definitely hadn't expected Sam to walk through the door. Dean stared, frozen in the middle of the room trying to think of something to say. "Uh, Sammy--"
Eloquent as always.