The original intent may have been to stay dry with their clothes not sticking to their bodies like they were made of glue, but that was not what happened. Not when the local hunt Caleb and Dean were on, called them to the warehouse in the middle of a frenzied storm. Not that Dean minded when he got there and was able to enjoy the rush of adrenaline that came with the hunt.
But still. Was it necessary that his clothes be so damp?
"Something wrong, bud?" Caleb asked, a hint of a smile trying to make an appearance.
"Yeah, actually," Dean said, throwing his guardian a withering look for his amusement. "My AC/DC shirt is toast."