"I can't believe I let you talk me into this! I look ridiculous!" Dean scowled at his brother, who failed to hide his deep amusement at Dean's outfit.
"Look, is it my fault they didn't have a costume in my size?" He said, altogether too smugly for Dean's liking.
"Yeah, well you're a freak, that's for sure!"
"Just think though Dean! You're actually going to get paid for doing an honest day's work! Not to mention all the burgers and fries you can eat – which, let's face it, is a lot." Sam smirked.
"Shut up would you? And just what is it you're supposed to be doing exactly?"
Sam made a motion of zipping his mouth and shaking his head with an exaggerated "what can I do?" expression on his face. Dean smacked him on the arm.
"Ow!" Sam smacked Dean back, but the padded costume simply absorbed the blow.
"Hah! This costume is good for something at least! Now you better get lost before someone realises we actually know each other." Dean passed a 'meal deal' flyer to Sam. This could seriously put him off fast food for life…
"Okay, I'm going to head back to the room and do some more research."
"Oh yeah, right! You get the easy job!"
"Dean, you hate doing research!"
"Yeah, well I hate doing this even more! Do you realise, not one single chick has looked at me without laughing? My life officially sucks!"
Sam was already walking away, laughing. This job was really turning out to be a whole lotta fun!
Dean continued walking along the sidewalk, dressed as a burger.