A Winchester shopping trip is way, way overdue ...

Disclaimer: I own nothing; perhaps I need to go shopping too.


Sam opened the laundry bag and sighed; it was a paltry collection.

Eight shrunken T shirts with holes under the armpits

Four ancient pairs of jeans mottled with indeterminate stains;

One fleece hoodie with bald patches;

Thirteen odd socks;

One smoke damaged jacket;

Two pairs of sweatpants with no elastic;

Six moth-eaten plaid shirts with half the buttons hanging off;

It was when a freshly showered Dean appeared through the bathroom door sporting a threadbare pair of blue boxers with a very unfortunately placed hole that Sam bowed to the inevitable.

"Dude, we have GOT to buy some new gear!"