Sam has never been very fond of shopping, but today he's even less pleased with it than usual.
Dean needed new clothes.
Sam hovers awkwardly outside the changing room, more than self-conscious. It's not as if everybody is looking at him and pointing (even though the group of girls in the corner has been giggling pretty suspiciously), but he's feeling twitchy nonetheless. It's kind of like being with Jess, but he distinctly remembers feeling more horny – being surrounded by aisles and aisles of lingerie – than embarrassed at the time.
"My boobs look totally awesome in this bra," Dean says cheerfully, and Sam can hear the leer in his new, higher voice.
"TMI, Dean," Sam says, and it's a relief when Dean finally steps out, clutching the outfit he came in wearing along with a couple of tagged shirts and jeans.
He follows the strong line of Dean's neck down to the curve of his chest, only the barest hint of cleavage peeking over his neckline, and then down the line of his back as Dean heads over to the checkout line. When Dean looks back and flashes a grin over his shoulder, Sam flushes and looks away.
He swallows, wishing he doesn't love Dean this way.