A/N: ya this is my first supernatural fanfic and it's based off a joke between me and my sister about how sam and dean always wear so many layers! so anyway it's pretty dumb but whatever. i donm't think i'll be writing anymore chapters for this or anything.

Disclaimer: i'm making tons of money from this story! except just kidding whatever i don't own supernatural or whatever

Sam woke up with a start. Dean was shaking him awake. "Sam…we've got work to do."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, just give me a minute." Somehow Dean was always 100% prepared and ready to go, never seemed to have to spend time getting dressed or brushing his teeth like a normal person.

Sam got up and walked over to the wardrobe in the motel room. He opened the doors expecting to see the wardrobe overflowing with coats, jackets, sweaters, vests, button-ups, tshirts, etc…but there no clothes to be found, save for a couple Hollister graphic tees that Sam would never touch with a ten foot pole.

"Dean, I know we're supposed to be hunting, but I think we've got a bigger problem on our hands…" Dean looked up with surprise and confusion. "…Where are all our layers?"

"What do you mean? I've got five layers on right now…a tshirt, a polo, a cardigan, a light jacket, and my leather jacket…"

Sam sighed with frustration. "Well I'm really happy for you, but the only layering possibilities that I have are layering a blue Hollister shirt over a green one. Where did we even get this crap?" Dean giggled. "Don't laugh at my pain! You know if I don't wear layers I have anxiety! Who took my layers? Is this all part of the yellow eyed demon's plan?" Sam exclaimed.

Dean snorted at Sam's accusation. "You just made that up. The only consequence of not wearing layers is you'll look like an asshole…by assuming it won't be a little chilly outside…" Sam growled at Dean. He did not have time for this. He needed his layers. "Alright alright, calm down. Let's hop in the steed and we can drive to the mall and get you some layers."

At the mall, Dean and Sam felt out of their element. The place was full of hoodlums and hooligans.

"Dean…I don't like these teenagers," Sam mumbled.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, and I don't like these stores. What the fuck is a Hot Topic? Is this what's hip these days? If you had worn any of this stuff in high school you would've gotten your ass kicked."

Sam's face expressed his anger. "I did get my ass kicked, Dean. And what, like you wouldn't have, if you showed up wearing this Hot Topic crap?"

Dean chuckled and gave Sam a pat on the back. "No, Sammy, I could have worn anything in high school and the chicks still would have loved me." Dean grinned.

"Whatever," Sam sighed, "I need some new clothes. Let's just get this over with and get out of here. I don't like the way those rascals are looking at us."

Dean and Sam slowly entered Hot Topic. Seconds later they were sprinting as far away as they could get. While they were hurrying away from the mall Dean said, "I think I saw a Thrift Town down the road, you wanna go there?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure they'll have lots of layers. More than that place ever-"

Dean cut Sam off. "Stop. We're not going to talk about this, ever."