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To put it quite clearly, Sam was pissed.
Horribly pissed. And not in the British sense of the word. No, he was furious.
He thought Dean would be too, but no, Dean is over there smiling and laughing away. Sam wanted to punch that smirk off of his face.
"C'mon, Sammy," his older brother drawled out, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "You didn't think it was going to be cheap, did you?" Sam glared at him. Of course he didn't, it was just...
"Just pay the man, will you?" Dean patted his shoulder a bit and then walked out the door. Of course, he didn't have to worry about the cost. He didn't lose the bet and have to buy... have to buy...
"Aw, what a pretty color!" The department store clerk gushed, folding the dress with care. "I'm sure the girl you're buying this for will be very happy, but you do need to pay in full to get it."
Sam sighed, and pulled out his wallet, "Will a credit card do?"
Honestly. Three hundred dollars for a dress? What an outrage.
And he still had to pay for the shoes...