A MODEST MAN
WOW: Fine. We all have our favourite outfit. Dean's no different.
Disclaimer: I don't own him
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Dean wasn't a vain man.
Well, ok, maybe just a little bit …
Let's just say that Dean was very much aware he scrubbed up just fine when he was actually able to make an effort.
Hunter's clothing didn't allow for sartorial refinement. Camouflage, comfort , protection and free movement were the priorities. No one cared how you looked when you were rescuing them from a rabid werewolf,
However, every now and again Dean got the opportunity to slip into his favourite jeans for a night out, and that made up for every crappy old saggy pair he wore on the hunt.
These jeans had cost him a fortune when he bought them, but they were worth every cent. They were made of buttery soft denim and clung in all the right places. They accentuated everything Dean wanted to accentuate and rode down just the right amount to expose a tantalising sliver of bare back when he stretched over the pool table.
When he wore those jeans he could forget he was a hunter, and he became the hunted … and that was fine with him.
So, no, Dean wasn't a vain man.
But when he saw himself in those jeans … ok, maybe just a little bit!
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