"Dean, come out of there."
Sam was standing outside the bathroom, Dean had locked the door.
"Not gonna happen."
"Dude come on. It's no different from when we work a case."
"No diff-," he chuckled incredulously, "Different? Sammy. Really? This is the definition of different. Hell it's almost downright friggin' weird."
"Just open the door."
Dean relented, the lock clicking open and he let the door fall open. A small smile working its way onto Sam's lips as Dean came into view, hands on hips, wearing the scrubs they'd swiped from some hospital a while back.
"Satisfied?" Dean said quite testily.
"Dr. Sexy's got nothing on you," Sam's voice dripping with adoration.
"Dude. What I still don't get is why you couldn't just be the naughty nurse."
"Didn't figure you for being into drag."
"Shut up."
"Just get over here and examine me."
"Thought the whole point of this little exercise was for you to take orders from me."
Sam gave him a look that simply said Well.
Dean shook his head. And then he smirked with a chuckle.
"What?"
"You. In hooker heels."
"Dean-"
"Hey, you brought it up."
Sam just rolled his eyes, "Whatever."
Dean's laugh subsided, riding out on the back of his breath. He shook his head again.
He wasn't into roleplay. Thought it was dorky. But Sammy had asked, so…
"I'm gonna need you to take off your shirt."
