Dean would never admit it, but he liked wearing his brother's clothes. Not like underwear and shit, but an oversized sweatshirt or a pair of jeans he'd have to roll up a million times so he wouldn't trip on them. Sometimes though, he would let them stay unrolled and he would walk around the room in the too long jeans. It was a comfort thing, he supposed. But wasn't the older brother supposed to comfort the younger?
"Are those my jeans?" he heard Sam ask as he walked in the door to Dean lounging around without a shirt in a pair of his jeans.
"No," the older hunter denied quickly. Maybe too quickly as Sam leveled a disbelieving stare at him. He set down food and sodas, going to grab his laptop so they could get some research done on their case, but not before giving Dean one last stare down. While Sam's back was turned, the older hunter shucked the jeans off and left himself in boxer briefs only, throwing the denim away from him before the taller man turned around.
"Why'd you take the jeans off?" He laughed a bit at his brother, moving around him and sitting at the table.
"You saw them. They were too long on me," Dean defended and crossed his arms over his bare chest. He turned his green eyes away from Sam and walked away to pull on some jeans (these ones really were his) and a large sweatshirt that had seen better days.
"That's too bad, looked comfortable."Sam shook his head and started to eat, never really questioning why Dean did what he did. It was almost impossible to tell most days.
"Yeah, they were," Dean smiled a bit to himself and burrowed into the sweatshirt more, hiding away from the cold in the room. Winter really wasn't his thing, he liked not freezing his ass off every time someone opened the door or he went outside.
"Is that my sweatshirt, Dean?"