Sam Winchester ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

Sam walks into the shared motel room you shared with him & Dean. Dean was out, doing God knows what. You, were in the bathroom, finishing your shower. Sam places the grocery bags on the little table, emptying out all sorts of snacks. Chips, cookies, & of course, pie. As he finished taking out the food, you came out of the shower, drying off your hands. He looked up at you with a small smile, then immediately looked down at your shirt. You were wearing his shirt. The purple dog one he wore. He cleared his throat slightly, looking at you with wide eyes.
"Uh, um, nice shirt you've got there."