Only a Year

Dont Let Him Get Away

My arms were weighed down with clothes as I continue to push through the hangers on the racks. "Dean!"

"Whaaaaat..." Dean whines back from the chair he is sitting on. It's more than obvious that he's bored out of his mind.

"Can you help?" I lift my arms a little and offer a cheesy smile. "Please?"

Dean throws his head back and fake groans but rises anyway. He takes the pile of tagged clothes from my arms into his.

Now I offer a real smile, "Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah. Are we almost done?"

"Almost," I say as I pull a few more things off the rack. "I just need to try these on."

I turn and head to the dressing room, Dean is right behind me.

I hang the few items I have in my hands on the hook in the dressing room then I turn to Dean and grab what he has and hang them on the door. I enter the room and close the door behind me. As I slip his shirt over my head I start talking to him through the door, "You should be happy, I've been washing and wearing the same clothes for more than a week. You can finally get your shirt back."

Silence. I open the door and poke my head out into the hallway, "Dean?"

He's nowhere to be seen. I shrugged and closed the door once more to quickly try on the rest of my clothes. Most of what I picked out is pretty plain; I mean they - we - hunt monsters, no point in trying to get really nice clothes. I do keep a two "nicer" tops and a dress... never know when I may need them.

The rap of knuckles hit my door, "'Lena." I hear Dean's low voice on the other side.

"What?"

"You need to try these on." He passed a handful of items over the top of the dressing room door.

I look down at them – dress pants, blazers, all professional clothes. "What are these for?"

"Just try them on and show me." I hear his footsteps fading and a loud plop of what I can only assume is him sitting back on the chair.

I slip into the pants with a little jump and fasten the button; pulling on one of the blouses I layer the blazer over it. Once I'm satisfied I open the door and step out, "How do I look?" I ask as I spin, showing off the outfit.

Dean looks to me and gets up from his spot, "Perfect. Now stand against the wall."

"Okay?" I say puzzled but I obey, backing up to the wall.

Dean pulls out a camera from his bag and powers it on. "A lot of the time we pose as different law enforcement agencies and if you're going to be with us you need a few fake badges of your own." He smiles at me, "Also the professional clothes, gotta make it legit." He raises the camera, "Ready?"

I nod but I'm not entirely sure what do with myself - so I smile. Dean looks up at me from behind the camera, "C'mon Lena. Give me some Blue Steel!"

"Some what?"

"Nothing." Dean laughs. He begins to snap some photos. I smile for a few but mostly I keep a straight face. He looks up from the camera and sticks his tongue out at me and I can't help but laugh – snap, he grabs a photo. "I think we have one that could work."

I move away from the plain white wall over to Dean. I frown at the camera. "I look mad."

"It's only for badges, don't worry you're much prettier when you smile." Dean throws out with a wink. My cheeks flush.

"Alright I'm gonna hit the copy store across the street, you go pay, then find Sam, he's at the coffee shop next door." Dean grabs his bag and leaves.