13/08/2026
Dean has woken up and has felt a warm sensation rather than the chill on his chest from his open jacket. And so sits up in bed and looks down at himself.
Dean - what the hell? Sammy.
Dean heads to Sam's room and finds him in bed. He stands by the side of the bed that Sam's laying near. Sam tries to keep a straight face when he see's Dean.
Sam - what is it?
Dean- where the hell are my clothes.
Sam - what's wrong with what you're wearing?
Dean - seriously? I'm not wearing this. It looks like the outfit that prisoners wear. I don't want people to assume that I've broken out of prison and call the cops on me.
Sam - well you don't have any other clothes just yet so you're going to have to suck it up and wear it.
Dean - I do have clothes I just can't find them. I slept in them last night.
Sam - right. They must be phantom clothes cause I haven’t seen you wearing anything else except that.
Dean - seriously?
Sam sits up in bed and pulls back the blankets and Dean notices something weird about him
Dean - you're wearing pants? Where did you get pants from? You don't have any just yet.
Sam - oh, um.
Dean - those are mine. You swiped them from me didn't you. How?
Sam starts to giggle.
Sam - while you were asleep.
Sam then full blown laughs
Dean - it's not funny
Sam - see I told you you'd be getting a laugh
Dean recalls when they were opening their packages and Sam did mention that he'd be getting a laugh. He now knows what Sam was talking about.
Dean - Son of a B***h
