WOW: Sweatshirt. Now it's Sam's turn ...


Sam would never admit it; oh no; wild dogs wouldn't drag it out of him …

But he loved to see Dean wearing his sweatshirt.

He had to laugh at the pitiful figure huddled on the bed, watery-eyed and wet-nosed; coughing, shivering and burrowing miserably into the giant fleece.

Knees tucked up inside the massive garment, Dean scowled as he gave his sniggering brother 'the finger', the effect ruined somewhat by the sleeve, complete with snotty snail trail, hanging a full six inches over his hand.

Yes, Sam's sweatshirt made Dean look small and vulnerable, just like a little brother.

That's why Sam loved it.