I honestly don't know where this idea came from or why I had it in the first place. Or why I even wrote it.
This is my first crack!fic and I have a weird sense of humor so the things I might find hilarious probably sound really stupid to you and I'm sorry for that.
I do not own Supernatural, Macklemore's "Thrift Shop", or any thrift shop of any kind.
"Dean, can we go thrift shopping?"
Dean turned to Castiel with a confused look on his face. "What, what, what, what?"
"I want to 'pop some tags'. I have twenty dollars in my pocket."
"Cas," Dean sighed. "We're hunting. Looking for a monster. Which isn't fucking awesome."
Sam walked into the motel room like "So get this, I've got a big cock."
"That's great, Sam, but Cas is pumped about some shit from the thrift shop," Dean said, annoyed.
"Damn," Sam said. "That's a cold-ass honkey."
"I will take your grandfather's style," Cas said, very seriously. "Ask your grandfather if I could have his hand-me-downs."
"Cas, our grandparents are dead."
"What would you even buy at the thrift shop, Cas?" Dean asked. "A broken keyboard?"
Cas' eyes narrowed. "Yes, and a skeet blanket, and I will buy a kneeboard."
Dean facepalmed.
"Dean, you are just angry that I wear your grandfather's clothes and I look incredible." Cas stated matter-of-factly.
"Cas, I don't think our grandfather ever wore those clothes." Sam said. "Even if he did, I don't think he would look incredible."
"Fine, then I will get a big coat from the thrift shop down the road." And with that, Cas was gone.
Dean sighed and flopped onto a bed. After a few seconds, Dean said "This bed smells like R. Kelly's sheets."
Sam looked over at his older brother. "Piss?"
Dean nodded. "But shit, this room was 99 cents!"