[ in all honesty, dean had entirely forgotten about the shirt. in the hassle and fright of her return on that day, he had simply yanked the best shirt he could find for the situation and gone with it. the rest was almost a blur of worrying about her.
now though, he smirks, leaning back a little as he raises a brow-- all while glad for the change of subject. ]
You're holding it hostage? You know, that was one of my favorites.
[ ah well. there are worse people to lose good shirts to. ]
no subject
now though, he smirks, leaning back a little as he raises a brow-- all while glad for the change of subject. ]
You're holding it hostage? You know, that was one of my favorites.
[ ah well. there are worse people to lose good shirts to. ]