The Winchester brothers returned triumphant from WalMart an hour later, loaded down with swimming trunks, flip-flops, an over-sized beach ball, a book for Sam, and a magazine for Dean not to mention enough snacks and soda to feed a small army.
After changing, the brothers stood for a moment in the center of the motel room. Sam watched as Dean fidgeted somewhat awkwardly. "What's wrong?"
"Nuthin'. Just—you know—feels kinda weird."
"What, not being in five layers of clothes?"
"Well—yeah."
"Which explains why you're so pasty," Sam teased, flashing a rare mischievous grin.
"Pasty? I am not pasty!"
TBC…