The trio take their time with showers, knowing they don't need to be out the door terribly early. While Baby is taking his turn, Sam and Dean sit on the ends of their respective beds in their shirt sleeves and under shorts to discuss the suits still sitting on the table.

"So he wouldn't say?" Sam asks.

"No, man, but he got them from somewhere. They're definitely ours." Dean glances over his shoulder toward the closed bathroom door as though to confirm the shower is still running. "But I'm not putting that on until it gets washed."

"You know, we don't even have to be Feds for this anyway," Sam suggests. "Why would we? We're not investigating a crime. No one's missing, and like you said, no one's dead. We can just go in as what we are." The shower stops. "Tourists."

Dean nods, "Baby doesn't have a suit anyway."

"Exactly, plus it's hot here."

"Perfect. No suits."

The brothers are dressed in their normal relaxed-fitting jeans, but with t-shirts instead of their typical layers of flannel, when Baby emerges from the bathroom in a wash of steam, wrapped in a towel. He halts as he notices the clothes. His eyes flick to the suits still laying on the table and back to Sam and Dean.

"We didn't want you to feel out of place," Sam offers quickly. "Since you only have jeans and t-shirts, we figured we'd wear them too."

Baby nods slowly and retrieves his own clothes from the drawer under the tv stand. Without a word, he returns to the bathroom. The brothers exchange glances. "I think he's pissed," Dean mutters.

"Well, wouldn't you be?" Sam asks. "If you pulled suits out of your -"

"And I'll be waiting outside." Dean strides purposefully toward the door and makes good with his word, shutting himself outside to wait for Sam and Baby.