They go with you to buy your first bra
Age 13: The past year, you had received some
hand-me-down bras from the occasional woman you and your brothers ran into on
your hunts. They’d look at your ripped clothes in sympathy, as if it mattered
whether there was a hole in the knee or not.
It didn’t matter
to you. It’s not like Sam or Dean had better fashion sense. All you cared about
was whether it kept you warm. And it always did. But the women didn’t agree,
and more often than not, you found yourself with a plastic bag of clothes.
Either their own or their daughter’s. Sometimes even a son’s. You grabbed the essentials,
like bras and the occasional pair of pants, and then gave the rest to charity.
If you kept all of the clothes you were given, the bunker would be overflowing
sniggered at the mental image as you toyed idly with a string on the bottom of
your shirt. The seatbelt of the Impala was rubbing uncomfortably against your
neck, leaving the skin angry and red, but Dean wouldn’t even start the car if
you weren’t wearing a seat belt.
you laughing at?” Sam asked from the passenger seat, reaching backwards blindly
to pinch your leg. You laughed and pulled it out of his reach, kicking at his
hand until he retreated. “Nothing.”
be laughing at us. You should be grateful,” Dean said sourly from the front as
he steered the Impala into the shopping center parking lot.
very grateful.” For this opportunity to
see you looking awkward while buying a bra. You didn’t say that last bit
aloud, simply smiled at Dean in the review mirror.
something incomprehensible under his breath as he killed the engine.
one quick, and then out, understood?” Sam scoffed at his brother.
grip, Dean. I thought you of all people wouldn’t mind a shop full of lingerie,”
Sam teased as he got out of the car. Both you and Dean followed suit and you
started the trek to the entrance.
fun if there’s no woman in it,” Dean said in a flat tone, as if it was obvious.
worried he’ll want to try some on,” you stage-whispered to Sam, who cackled
true!” Dean cried.
and Sam stopped at the defensiveness in his voice. “We didn’t think so before,
but we sure as hell do now,” Sam told him and Dean groaned.
you said excitedly and pulled on your brothers to steer them into the lingerie
“Can I help
you?” a sales clerk asked. Her smile was small, but genuine when she caught your
“Uh, yes, I
need a bra,” you told her.
tried buying a bra before?” she asked.
“No. I don’t
know my size or anything,” you admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of your
neck awkwardly. She laughed warmly.
quite alright. We’ll just get you measured. Is that alright?” You thought for a
second she was asking your brothers, but she was still looking at you, and when
you nodded hesitantly, her smile grew. “Don’t worry, I’m good at this.” She
winked, and you found yourself thanking her internally. She was genuine and had
a warmth to her that couldn’t help but make you relax. You guessed she may have
been a mother.
can go wait on the couch. I’ll find some stuff for her,” she said to Sam and
Dean, and gestured at a red velvet couch in the middle of the room.
coughed and cleared his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but then he
turned on his heel and ran to the couch.
apologize, he’s a bit of a wuss,” Sam said before following Dean. Before the
woman –Sally, her nametag said – lead you away, you saw Sam smack Dean upside
measured you quickly but certainly. When she was done, she smiled. “Alright. I’m
assuming you’re looking for something plain?” You nodded. “I’ll go pick a few,
you can try them on and then see which ones you like the best.”
a ‘thank you!’ after her as she disappeared. When she came back, she had four
bras in her hand and a worried Dean behind her.
I already told you, we have a lot of males coming in and out of the store. Some
buy for their girlfriends, and some buy for themselves. We even have some who
buy for their boyfriends. It’s actually quite common,” Sally said indulgently, as
if she was speaking to a child.
flushed when he noticed you staring at him with a crooked eyebrow.
he said hurriedly, before disappearing.
odd one,” you told Sally apologetically.
with men like that all the time in this business. More often than not, it means
they’re questioning their sexuality. Your brother is a classic example of a man
denying he might be bisexual,” Sally told you.
purchasing a few bras, you left the store. It wasn’t until you were sat in the
Impala once again you broke. You started laughing so hard your sides hurt, and
you had to grip your ribs to make sure you wouldn’t fracture one as you
wheezed. A few tears were squeezed out of the squinted corner of your eye, and
it took you several minutes to calm down.
on?” Sam asked finally, a small smile on his face.
Dean was a classical example of a man who was denying he was bisexual.”
and his cheeks heated up. Sam chuckled, but was trying to keep his laughter at
bay. “It’s not funny!” Dean snapped, but the corner of his lips quirked up
slightly. You unbuckled your seatbelt despite Dean’s protests, and hugged his
chest around the seat.
we love you no matter what.”
there, that doesn’t mean I am bi.”
saying we wouldn’t mind if you were,” Sam said with a shrug.
think about it.”