Dean answered Sam's amused snort with a teasing thump on the shoulder. He didn't want his brother to get run down because of this. Sam's health was easily more important than Dean's comfort.

"If I turn up to present myself to the local sheriff in jeans and biker boots, it'll get back to Eric and I can expect another visit. Or he'll send someone, which would be worse." He sighed and scowled at the 'respectable' clothes. He didn't look bad in them, not at all. He just hated having to wear them.