“What’re you doin’?” Sam’s nose wrinkled in disgust as Dean rummaged through the greasy pizza boxes and burger wrappers of last night’s dinner.
“Nothin’!” Dean slammed the bathroom door shut in Sam’s face. If Sam found out… He’d never hear the end of it.
But the sales girl had been right: they were very comfortable. Snug but not too tight, and not chafing, even hunting chupacabras through the woods.
Where was it…?
A moment later: “Ha!”
Triumphantly, Dean smoothed the wrinkled cardboard that had come with the cellophane packaging. Now he could remember what brand and model to shop for…
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