Dean pulled a t-shirt and a pair of sweats from the bag as he laid it on the bed, “You were cute.  I mean…it honestly made me feel for once like I was a big strong man, knowing that my clothes were massive on you.”

He spoke over his shoulder at her, dropping his towel.  He stood by the bed for a few minutes with his back turned to her, trying to untangle the arms of his shirt, and then swung it over the top of his head and down his torso.  His mind kept flashing to the many times they had done this in the mornings, during the lying period.  Backs turned.  Not looking at each other, while getting dressed.  

Shaking the thought, he decided to break the cycle, as part of them starting fresh.  He turned around, and leaned against the end of the bed to step into his sweats, watching her intently.  

“I guess Bobby knew I would be staying the night, after our conversation…or how long we were up here.  I’m shocked he came in, considering.”, he muttered, pulling his sweats up to his hips, and reaching for his toothbrush.