A/N: Ok, slight change of plans. I got a request for clothes shopping from Music Lover 1214, so I'm doing that one, and if I get any more requests, I'll do those first. So, if there's anything you want to see, let me know. Enjoy!!

A trip to hell, aka the mall

"Wake up Dean!" Sam called in his brother's ear. He received a groan in answer and Dean rolled over.

"Don't make me break out the ice bucket." No answer. Sam shook his head. Dean had asked for it.

He crossed over to the table and picked up their ice bucket. He strode out in the hall, filled it up, and returned to their room with it. He stood over his brother and unceremoniously dumped the contents all over the still sleeping Dean.

His brother leaped up out of bed, letting out a less than manly yelp. He glared at Sam.

"You're dead!"

"Hey, I warned you. You gave up the right to kill me when you didn't listen to me. And anyway, we need to go shopping today."

"Shopping? For what?"

"Clothes."

"Hey, all I need is a pair of jeans and my apron. I'm good."

Sam went to Dean's bag, and pulled out a random shirt. It had a large, dark stain on the front. "This is not good."



"That gremlin blood stain is just being stubborn. A little color safe bleach, and it'll come right out."

"Nothing gets out gremlin blood, and the rest of your clothes, and mine, aren't much better. We're going shopping. I think I saw a mall when we came into town last night."

"Oh, come on Sammy, not a mall! I hate malls!"

"I'm not fond of them either, but I didn't notice anyplace else, so get dressed and let's go."

They arrived at the mall, Dean complaining all the way. They turned into a crowded parking lot and Dean proceeded to drive up and down the lanes, looking for a spot up front.

"Dean, you know that with all the time it's taking to find a space up front, we could've parked in the back, and walked to the entrance by now."

"Yea, yea, yea. Keep your cake hole shut, and keep looking."

"There, someone's backing out." Sam pointed and Dean drove up, waiting for the person to back out. They did, and right before Dean could take over the space, another car swooped in from the opposite direction and took it. Dean cursed and hit the steering wheel.

"We're going to be here all day Dean. Just park in the back."

This time, Dean listened and parked in the back of the lot. They climbed out and made their way up to the mall entrance, nearly getting run over by reckless drivers several times.

"Ya see, this is why I wanted to park up front. These yahoos can't drive." They looked down the street before crossing to the entrance. Just as they stepped into the street, a car sped past.

"That's the fourth time someone's tried to kill us!" Dean yelled.

"Relax. Let's go." They crossed the street and entered the mall, which, on a Saturday afternoon, was a continuous mass of teenagers.



"Fan-friggin-tastic," Dean muttered as they began to weave their way through the people. "In and out Sam. I'm not spending any more time in here than we absolutely have to." They passed a Victoria's Secret. "On the other hand, we might as well look around a bit, since we risked our lives getting in here and all." He headed into the store, Sam following behind, rolling his eyes.

"You need a new bra Dean?" he asked.

"No, no, just wanted to look at the merchandise a bit." He glanced appreciatively at a salesgirl. "And the employees." He headed off to talk to the girl, leaving Sam amongst the bras and panties, looking extremely uncomfortable.

He came back a few minutes later, toting a piece of paper, which Sam was positive had the girl's number on it. "Can we go now?"

"Yep, I'm all set." He left with Sam on his heels. He ducked into the nearest clothing store so quickly that Sam kept right on walking. Dean, noticing that Sam wasn't following him, ducked his head out of the store.

"Yo, Sammy! In here!" Sam turned around and joined his brother in the store. They had no sooner begun looking at shirts when a salesperson swooped down on them.

"Here we go," Dean said under his breath.

"Can I help you find anything?" The salesman shot them a megawatt smile which Dean returned through clenched teeth.

"We're fine, really," he said, but the salesman hovered around them, commenting on the items each selected and telling them how good everything would look on them.

"I really don't think it's possible to look good in everything," Sam whispered to Dean.

"It is if you're me," Dean replied, shooting a cocky grin at his brother.

"Whatever. I think we have enough. Let's go try them on."

"What? Trying stuff on's for chicks," Dean protested. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I know what size I wear."



"Just come on." Sam dragged him over the dressing rooms.

They tried everything on, Dean finishing in record time. In fact, Sam was pretty sure he hadn't tried on all of them. They paid for their new clothes, mostly shirts, but some new jeans as well. And socks. They'd both needed socks.

The salesman looked like he might die from sheer joy when their total came up. Sam handed him one of the many credit cards he had in his wallet, tucked next to the many driver's licenses.

They left, laden down with bags, and headed for the mall's exit. They passed a kitchen store and Sam paused at the store window.

"Look Dean, it's your apron." He pointed to the 'World's Hottest Chef' apron on the mannequin in the window.

"Hey, yea! How about that?"

"You should get a new one."



"Why?"

"Yours is scorched. It looks awful."

"No way am I getting a replacement. That apron and I have a history."

"Suit yourself."

"Can we get out of here, please?"

Sam turned and they once more made their way to the exit. They arrived at the doors and got out of the mall without incident. The parking lot was another story.

"What row did we park in?"

"I have no idea Dean."

"Sam! You're supposed to be the one that keeps track of that kind of thing!"

"Why? Because you can't be responsible enough to do anything, even remember where we parked?"

Their argument was cut short as a car barreled down the lane they were standing in, and honked at them. They jumped out of the way just in time.

"Five!" Dean was keeping track.

"Ok, so you can keep track of many times we almost get killed, but not where we parked?"

"Shut it Sam! Let's just look for the car." They walked up and down the lanes, narrowly avoiding death two more times before they at last came across the Impala, hiding behind a huge SUV that Dean swore they could live in quite comfortably.

They loaded their bags into the car and headed back to their motel, eager to put the hellish experience behind them.



A/N: Hope you liked it! I'm rather partial to this one, just cause I'm not too awful fond of malls myself. Thanks for reading!