Catching Up
Chapter 11 – Breather

A/N: Hey guys, I was going end off on the last chapter for now but after the torment we all went through last night I think we all need a breather (see what I did there?) Just some simple fun and laughs, ENJOY! R&R PLZ!

"Dean what colour you do like?" Mary asked skimming through a rack of t-shirts. She had already created reasonably sized piles for Sam and Dean but from the look of it, she wasn't slowing down.

"Mom come on this is taking forever. We're supposed to buying stuff for you not us," Dean complained.

"Yes but they're having a sale and it would be good to change things up once in a while." Mary pulled out a shirt and held it up against her eldest son. He made eye contact with Sam who watched from the side with amusement. You should listen to your mother. At the rate you're going, it won't be long before your skin is dyed plaid permanently. Sam rolled his eyes unfortunately his mother caught him and made a face. "Just give it chance Sam."

"Alright but this is enough for me," Sam took the clothes from her and went to the dressing rooms. Cas was already sequestered in there with an armload of pieces. Upon finding out he only had one suit, Mary promptly assembled several outfits and sent him off first. "You okay Cas?"

"The clothing fits my vessel but I'm not sure if it really becomes me. Can you help me?"

"Sure buddy, come out," Sam invited. Cas walked out of his cubicle wearing a dark green-beige shirt with blue jeans and a leather jacket. The voice in his head whistled lowly and Sam had to admit that Cas looked great. "It's very becoming Cas," Sam said honestly.

"Hey I -" Dean came in and stopped short at the sight of Cas in his new outfit. "Looking good Mr. Angel of the Lord."

"Thank you Dean, Sam," Cas smiled at them happily.

"Mom is putting on some stuff too," Dean jabbed a thumb over his shoulder to the women's side. "Let's just make sure all this stuff fits then get out of here. I'm starting to get hungry."

Of course you are. Sam ignored the voice and headed into his change room, laying out all the things his mother wanted him to try. You need a new suit, that much is certain. "From Vizzini to Edna Mode?" I could be Tyra Banks if you want… "No thanks, I'll stick with Edna." Are you sure? I could go straight up 'Tiffany' on you. "I don't even know what that means but I'll pass." You push too hard dahrling but I accept. Sam snorted softly, changing his clothes, "How are we doing on the Men of Letters front?" You're good. Lady Toni is still getting flack and they're trying to figure out a 'subtle' method of kidnap. "Will you come? If they do?" Depends on what they cook up, you know why I'm here, I told you. "Yeah you did, doesn't mean I like it." Aw are you worried about me? "Judging by the Men of Letters, yes." I'm touched Sam but I can take care of myself. Not that shirt! Sam paused picking up an olive-green shirt. The white one would look better with those jeans. Sam chuckled as he switched. "For a second I thought you were scared I'd get sucked into a vortex Edna." It's a very real possibility for you. "Shut up. Ass." Did I just get my own Winchester insulting moniker?! Oh my, I wasn't ready. I'd first like to thank my third grade Math teacher who said I was destined for this *sniffles* I also want to express my gratitude for the support and encouragement from my entire family in becoming the ass I've always wanted to be and continuing to stay that way. Finally, *more sobbing* thank you Samuel Winchester for giving me this mark of distinction. I swear to you that I will honour it to the fullest for the rest of my days. THANK YOU! THANK YOU! By this point Sam had given all pretense of trying on outfits and was slumped against the wall, stifling his laughter and tears pricking his eyes. "You're such a dork," Sam forced out in between laughs. A sudden pounding on his door brought him back to seriousness.

"Hurry up princess, let's grab some grub before going back to the Bunker." Dean could be heard walking away and Sam was a little put out even though he couldn't exactly say why.

He put on his own stuff and prepared to leave. "Talk to you tonight," he murmured. Sure. Outside, Dean and Cas were waiting for him outside the change rooms.

"Took you long enough," Dean commented. "I heard grumbling, what's up? Didn't like anything?"

"No. Nope everything fit great," Sam denied. He couldn't stop himself from adding, "Actually I really this white shirt and these jeans."

"I'm sure they're very becoming on you Sam," Cas said politely.

"I think so," Sam shrugged.

"Ah so that's what you were doing, practising a few lines," Dean punched his arm lightly. "Thinking about getting back out there, Tiger?"

"Yes because I'm totally okay doing that with our mother around," Sam remarked and Dean's face fell.

"I didn't even think about that, guess our love live have gone down the drain," Dean groaned, his head falling back.

"If it's any consolation, they were fairly abysmal to start with," Cas commented.

Dean lolled his head towards the angel, "Like you can talk, the only woman you've ever been with killed you."

Cas semi-pouted, "There was the woman from that den of iniquity you took me to."

"I'm sorry what?" Sam asked.

"I never told you that story? Good story."

"What story?" Mary inquired coming up to them.

Sadly Cas opened his mouth before the others could, "The time Dean took me a den of iniquity to have intercourse with a harlot ironically named Chastity."

Mary's jaw dropped but to Sam and Dean's surprise she started to giggle. "You're kidding! Okay, let's cash these out and get those burgers. I NEED to hear this."

A/N: I can't wait to write that conversation, probably as a companion piece. Hope this made everyone feel just a little better, until next time KISSES!