-1"Do we have to be here?" Dean asked, glaring at his brother's back. "I mean we could've went somewhere else." Sam turned around and stared back at his older brother.

"We are not going to use fake credit cards, you said so yourself" Sam told Dean firmly

Dean glanced around the large warehouse, now used as a second hand shop. The place had a light glow coming from the lights that hanged on the ceiling, there was clothes everywhere though there a few other things like furniture, old books, and very old plates and other antiques. The resistor was at the front of the store behind it was a wooden door. Nobody seemed to be working at the resistor at the time being.

"Sam but we could get some better clothes, besides it's your fault we have to get more clothes because you took all of our stuff into the motel which burnt to the ground" Dean argued.

"Oh I'm sorry Dean but seriously you promised so now you have to deal it's not that bad you know" Dean rolled his eyes and walked off glancing at the racks of clothes that had been brought into the shop a while ago, it was all that demons fault the motel burnt to the ground just Sam usually left some clothes in the car but no he had to take all their clothes into the motel. Dean scoffed silently. After an hour Dean finally found three shirts, three pairs of jeans, and socks and shoes. He walked up to the resistor and placed the belongings on the counter. He waited patiently but soon tired of waiting and hit the bell to get some assistance. A short while after a young and beautiful women entered from the back door. Her blonde hair flowed half way down her back, her rich green eyes staring at Dean. A smile spread across her face, she was wearing a brown tank top and cameo pants. Once she saw that she had a costumer waiting she quickly moved over to the counter.

"This all?" she asked politely. Dean nodded, staring at her. "You don't look like the type to come to a second hand shop" She said, feeling uncomfortable being looked at. Not that she minded, she thought he was pretty hot in fact.

"Well all of our stuff got burnt so we sort need new stuff" Dean answered.

"You and who?"

"Oh my brother, Sam" Dean said indicating to his brother who was gazing at the clothes

"Well you should be thankful that neither of you got hurt" Dean looked at the counter, she was after all right. Sam was all that mattered to Dean. Dean looked up at the women and smirked.

"Yeah your right, I really am thankful"

Soon after Sam came with his set of clothes, he noticed Dean was still at the counter. Sam looked down at Dean's hand that clutched something tightly, he rolled his eyes. After paying for their things, they began to walk out of the shop.

"So you get her number then?" Sam asked. It wasn't much shock when Dean held up a white piece of paper, with the women's name and phone number. Dean patted Sam on the shoulder lightly.

"You know I think we should come here more often" and Sam couldn't help but laugh. Before his older brother hated going op shopping now he, well, loved it

"Yep that's Dean always getting the girls, lucky dude" Samthought as he opened the Impala's passenger door. Well that least they got clothes for a discount, Yeah that's Dean for you.