[ Dean lets go when she drops the panties, and he looks around like a guilty kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. But there's nobody watching them, and anyway... they're just a boyfriend and his girlfriend making cute, domestic purchases, right? Cas talks about trying them on and an angelic choir is singing in Dean's head. He chokes out the words. ]
Yeah, you've got to try them on. Bras, too.
[ Could he get away with going into the dressing room with her, Dean wonders, while the other half of his brain wonders if he's 36 years old or 16, but he's an old soul with a young heart, alright? Too bad stores like this don't mess around. They're handsy. He wouldn't stand a chance of sneaking in, and if she came out wearing them... That's a disaster waiting to happen, too. This whole trip was a bad idea, but Dean's still loving every second of it. ]
B cup. Try 30, 32, something like that.
[ He adds helpfully, still watching Cas like a dog on a fox. ]
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Yeah, you've got to try them on. Bras, too.
[ Could he get away with going into the dressing room with her, Dean wonders, while the other half of his brain wonders if he's 36 years old or 16, but he's an old soul with a young heart, alright? Too bad stores like this don't mess around. They're handsy. He wouldn't stand a chance of sneaking in, and if she came out wearing them... That's a disaster waiting to happen, too. This whole trip was a bad idea, but Dean's still loving every second of it. ]
B cup. Try 30, 32, something like that.
[ He adds helpfully, still watching Cas like a dog on a fox. ]