Using the same clothes over and over again only works for so long. If you're locked inside for the majority of the day, it isn't as big of a deal. You can make a shirt last longer, just by not going outside, where the wear and tear really happens.
But, there comes a point where three shirts and three pairs of jeans isn't enough. That happened about three weeks after I came to live with the Winchesters. I had had enough of just wearing the same clothes over and over again. I am honestly surprised that it didn't happen sooner, but part of that is because I'm a bit of a wimp. I was too embarrassed or something-I'm not exactly sure-to ask the boys if I could have some new clothes. I guess I thought it would just be too awkward to mention the fact that I had three outfits (well, nine, really. But all the jeans look the exact same so yeah) and that I was tired of wearing the same clothes for three days straight and repeating the outfit.
So, I go up to the boys early in the morning, just so they don't have a stupid excuse that gets them out of making a clothes run. "I've been using the same clothes for the past three weeks. I need new clothes," I state simply when I go up to them.
I can see the surprise in their souls. (for the past few days, I've been studying emotions and how they looked in souls. By now, it is easy). But, after a few seconds, the surprise goes down. "Okay. The closest clothing store is like forty miles away from here, so…" Dean says.
I roll my eyes. "Go to a thrift store or a surplus store or something, then. Have Castiel transport you there or something. I really couldn't care less how it happens, just get me new clothes," I say, full on sassy Skylar mode.
Dean's surprised by my sassiness. I don't see why. It was coming eventually, wasn't it? "Okay, calm down, kid. If we don't have time to get you anything today, you can borrow something of mine," he says.
"You're seven inches taller than me and you're also buff," I say. God, who uses the word buff anymore? It sounds so weird that I actually say that. It gives me the shivers, ugh. Still, I can't think of a better way to say what I mean. "How am I going to fit into any of your clothes?" I ask him.
"You're tall for your age. You'll manage," Dean says. Then, he says something that makes me smile. "And please, don't use the word 'buff.' It sends chills down my spine." I smile at that, because I wasn't expecting that, and he thinks the same way I do.
"Sorry. I hated using that word, too. If I had thought of a better word to say at the time-believe me, I wouldn't have said it," I say. Then, I think back to the thing he said before he complained about my word usage. "I'll manage as a clown if I wear your clothes," I say.
Sam flinches. "Don't be a baby, Sammy. Just because she says the word 'clown' doesn't mean that any clowns are going to attack you," Dean says.
"Seriously?" I ask, surprised. "You're scared of clowns? You're a big bad demon hunter and you're scared of clowns?" I ask Moose.
Sam gets all defensive. "What are you scared of?" he asks, trying to begin to make a point.
I'm not going to lie to him, but I have a plan in mind on what to say in just a little while. "Bees and spiders," I say.
"Your fear isn't any less ridiculous than my clown fear," he says, acting completely satisfied with himself.
"I'm also eleven," I say, putting as much sass into that as I possibly can.
"You just got verbally abused by an eleven year old," Dean says, clearly impressed with me. He's also making fun of his little brother, which reminds me that they're brothers. Despite the fact that they're demon killing machines, they're still brothers and they still have fights and they're both still trying to be the dominant one.
"So, clothes?" I ask Dean.
"Sorry, kid, we can't today. We have to do research for this case. It's going to take all day, even with Sam's ability to read faster than what's humanly possible," Dean says, and I can tell that he is truly sorry. His soul reflects that, and it's rather endearing.
"It's fine. Can I help with the research, at least?" I ask. For some reason, I have some sort of strange hope that if I help, I'll get what I want. I mean, it's always worked for me in the past. Butter up my parents and then reap the rewards. It's a fool proof plan for a kid, even one who's parents were rarely around. They always try to teach that hard work and kissing up will get you wherever you want to go in life. It actually does work in the real adult world, so why not teach it young?
Of course, that principle isn't going to work out, in this case at least. "I appreciate it, Skylar, but it's not going to do much good for your case," Dean says and sits down at a table and starts looking into a thick book. "God, I hate research," he says.
"Have you guys considered using Tumblr to do your research?" I suggest. They look at me like I'm crazy, which is most likely true.
"Have you ever been on Tumblr? It is full of crazy people. Half of that website is stuff about me and Sam. They do a ton of drawings and stuff, and they've already figured out which actors would play us. This soap opera star, Jensen Ackles, is apparently perfect for my role," Dean explains.
Of course, I already know this, being a Tumblr user. I want to say something, but Sam cuts me off. "At least yours has a name that is actually pronounceable," he says.
I know exactly which actor would be perfect to play Sam. He looks just like him. They both have that certain… moose like quality to them. But Dean talks before I can say anything. "Yeah, yours is like Jared Padaleckski or something like that, right?" he asks his brother.
"Padalecki, but yeah," he says.
"I have a blog on tumblr," I say. They look at me like I'm crazy, yet again. I'm expecting that response, so I just smile. "A lot of the stuff on there does have some pretty valid information that could help. Just try looking through it," I suggest.
"That's crazy," Sam says, completely dismissing my suggestion all together, which makes me a little sad.
"Sam, it's a good idea. You could at least try it for an hour or so. You might find something interesting," Dean says, backing me up.
I mouth a thanks to him. He mouths back that it was no problem. "Fine. I'll go through Tumblr for an hour. That's it," Sam agrees.
Then, all of a sudden, Castiel appears across the room. "Great timing, Cas. You get to take Skylar shopping," Dean says with a bright smile.
"Dean, I do not… take little girls shopping. I am an angel of the lord," Cas says. The way he says things, pausing in strange places, is kind of funny.
"Well, do you have anything better to do?" Dean asks.
"I was thinking I could help with research," Cas says.
"Yeah, no. If you want to help, you can take Skylar shopping," Dean says.
"Do I have to?" Cas and I both ask.
Dean nearly starts cracking up laughing. "Skylar, you're apart of this family now. Cas, Skylar's apart of this family now, like you are. You two need some bonding time," he says.
Cas and I roll our eyes, but we eventually agree. "I am going to make you pay for this," I promise Dean. Dean laughs and then Cas and I leave.