"No!" he yells at me. I looks up at him, a grin covering almost my whole face.
"Pleeeaaaseee?" I ask Dean again as I pull his jacket gently.
"Charlie.. No I can't." he says looking down at me, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. I tilt my head and my ginger hair drops down on my shoulder.
"Can't or won't?" I say.
"WON'T alright! I'm not going to go to a shop with you just so you can make fun of me!" he says looking at me again.
"I'm not going to make fun of you!" I say in protest. "I just want to see you in something different than a black t-shirt and a flannel blouse. Oh and F.Y.I. , I'm going to buy you a new pair of shoes. Yours are just.. Dead.." I say pointing at his brown boots.
He sighs and as he walks away he says "No, not happening."
"I'm going to tell Sam you stole his pie if you don't come with me." I say running towards him and turning him around to face me.
"That's not fair. You promised you wouldn't!" He says looking at me with a betrayed look in his eyes.
"I won't if you come with me." I say as I fold my arms in front of my chest and cock my hip to the side. He sighs again.
"Alright.." he says as he walks towards into the hall which leads to the garage.
"Yes!" I say laughing as I run past him into the garage.
I can barely hold my laughter while I sit down on the chairs in front of the fitting rooms of the shop. Dean's inside one and I can hear him swear to himself as he puts on different sets of clothes. I've got a whole pile of the 'this is just crap' kind of clothes, and on my lap lies another with the 'not that bad' kind of clothes. I grab my phone and check the time as Dean walks out of the fitting room, his face pulled in a grin.
He's wearing a dark grey shirt, a darker grey waistcoat and a black tie. His legs are covered by dark jeans and his feet are pushed in black sneakers. He looks down at himself as I look up from my phone. Suddenly my chin feels really heavy and my mouth drops open as I look at him.
"Oh boy you make me wanna be straight again." I say. He laughs and looks up, a smile covering his face.
"Yeah, I like it too." he says.
"Are you guys okay or do you need some help?" a young woman asks as she walks in with a smile covering her face. I look at her and forget Dean. Her blonde hair is pulled over one of her shoulders, and her brown eyes look like chocolate.
"Forget what I said.." I say quickly.
"No, we're fine thank you." Dean says his voice ending in a chuckle as he walks back into the fitting room to change again.
"Alright, have a nice day." She says looking at me with a smile. "Y-you too.." I say as she turns around and walks away.
I get up, put the pile of clothes on a chair next to mine and walk to Dean's fitting room. I push my hand through the curtains and smack his naked arm, leaving a red mark on his arm.
"Ow!" he says as I pull back my arm and sit down again.
"I nearly gave her my number you moron." I say.
He laughs as he puts on another shirt.