Hunter's new clothes a supernatural fairytale part 3
When Sam had finished being manhandled, um measured, by the overexuberent wife of the taylor, he waited patiently in a small room to meet the taylor himself. The man finally arrived. He was shorter then Sam by at least a head. His beard was thick and black like tar. The hat perched on his head had a layer of dust and fuzz that made Sam wonder how often he actually wore it.
"Ah, you are the fellow my wife has measured for new clothes." His voice was low and it rumbled in the small room.
"Yes sir, my brother and I are, um, traveling for business and we misplaced our luggage. If it's not too much trouble." Sam stammered.
The man opened a closet behind him and began to shuffle threw it. "I have something here that I think would be perfect. I've yet to find someone to pull it off, but a man of your stature, well, you could definatley pull it off." He pulled out a hanger. Just a plain, empty wooden hanger. He brushed at the air underneath the hanger. His fingers picked at invisible fuzz from the air. "This is fitting for a man of the world like you."
"Uhh, I'm not really a man of the world sir. Just a traveling salesman." Sam cringed as the man held the hanger up to him, studying the way Sam's body fit the . . . air.
The taylor threw the hanger at Sam and gestured toward a door in the corner. "Go try it on. I think it will fit perfect. Only a man with your obvious intelligents and charm could really wear this garment."
Sam, feeling immensly puzzled, carried the hanger into the dressing room. The taylor was nice. He seemed to really feel as if this garment would work for Sam. A sudden wave of trust washed over the younger Winchester. He carefully pulled the invisible clothes from the hanger and tried them on.
When he finally emerged from the dressing room, he was strutting. His broad shoulders thrown back to optimize the fullness of his masculine chest. The taylor followed the line from chest down to the thin hips, flare of buttocks and down to the long taught thighs. "I was right." He clasped his hands. "Only an intelligent man can really appreciate this design. I am a lucky man that you have graced my humble establishment. Now, your brother, will he be requiring clothes also. I would love to clothe to men of your magnificents. I would assume, he is as wise as you?"
Sam scratched his head, still not entirely sure what was going on. "My brother and I are very different sir. He is more . . . well, not as interested in knowledge I suppose."
"Send him in anyway, I would still consider it a privilage to work on any family of yours." The taylor again appraised his work. "I love how the fabric drapes at the inseam." He stared at Sam's crotch. "Only a man of your size makes that line possible."
Sam looked down. Still aware that he couldn't see this fabric but sure the man had given him an outfit he considered beyond wonderful. Sam's head felt fuzzy. Maybe if he could just lie down he would feel less out of sorts. "Sir, we have been driving all night. I really need to rest. Um, just tell me how much I owe you for this, splendid peice and I'll be out of your hair."
"If you're sending your brother why don't I just charge you all at once. I'll give you a deal." The man smiled beneath his large hat.
Sam smiled back. "Well, thanx, I'll send Dean right over as soon as I get back to the room."
Sam opened the hotel room door a few minutes later. Dean was still asleep, now wearing his dirty jeans and socks. "Dean, wake up. I got clothes and the taylors gonna give us a deal. Come on, he's waiting for you."
Dean shaded his eyes from the sun coming in the window. "Well, alright, let me wake up. When will your clothes get done. I gotta get out of this town. I need tv!"
Sam threw his hands back. "They are done. What do you think?"
Dean's eyebrows cocked as he studied his baby brother. "Dude, you are so naked right now!"
"No, this outfit is for the very intelligent. He's been looking for someone special to pull it off."
"If by special you mean gullable and stupid, then, he found him!" Dean snorted.
"Dean, you know, brains isn't always your specialty. Maybe you just arn't intelligent enough to see this amazing work."
The older Winchester, brushed his hand through his hair. "Can you hear yourself, man? Seriously,? Not smart enough to see the clothes? LIsten, I'm going over to this taylor, I'm gonna get us both some proper clothes and then we are out of Pervert County okay?"
"Whatever Dean, but I like this outfit. I mean, really, have you ever seen an inseam lay this nicely." Sam gestured toward his manhood.
"Dude, your inseam is. . . lovely, please! Now please just, stop pointing at it." Dean shook his head and sighed.
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"Ah, you are the fellow my wife has measured for new clothes." His voice was low and it rumbled in the small room.
"Yes sir, my brother and I are, um, traveling for business and we misplaced our luggage. If it's not too much trouble." Sam stammered.
The man opened a closet behind him and began to shuffle threw it. "I have something here that I think would be perfect. I've yet to find someone to pull it off, but a man of your stature, well, you could definatley pull it off." He pulled out a hanger. Just a plain, empty wooden hanger. He brushed at the air underneath the hanger. His fingers picked at invisible fuzz from the air. "This is fitting for a man of the world like you."
"Uhh, I'm not really a man of the world sir. Just a traveling salesman." Sam cringed as the man held the hanger up to him, studying the way Sam's body fit the . . . air.
The taylor threw the hanger at Sam and gestured toward a door in the corner. "Go try it on. I think it will fit perfect. Only a man with your obvious intelligents and charm could really wear this garment."
Sam, feeling immensly puzzled, carried the hanger into the dressing room. The taylor was nice. He seemed to really feel as if this garment would work for Sam. A sudden wave of trust washed over the younger Winchester. He carefully pulled the invisible clothes from the hanger and tried them on.
When he finally emerged from the dressing room, he was strutting. His broad shoulders thrown back to optimize the fullness of his masculine chest. The taylor followed the line from chest down to the thin hips, flare of buttocks and down to the long taught thighs. "I was right." He clasped his hands. "Only an intelligent man can really appreciate this design. I am a lucky man that you have graced my humble establishment. Now, your brother, will he be requiring clothes also. I would love to clothe to men of your magnificents. I would assume, he is as wise as you?"
Sam scratched his head, still not entirely sure what was going on. "My brother and I are very different sir. He is more . . . well, not as interested in knowledge I suppose."
"Send him in anyway, I would still consider it a privilage to work on any family of yours." The taylor again appraised his work. "I love how the fabric drapes at the inseam." He stared at Sam's crotch. "Only a man of your size makes that line possible."
Sam looked down. Still aware that he couldn't see this fabric but sure the man had given him an outfit he considered beyond wonderful. Sam's head felt fuzzy. Maybe if he could just lie down he would feel less out of sorts. "Sir, we have been driving all night. I really need to rest. Um, just tell me how much I owe you for this, splendid peice and I'll be out of your hair."
"If you're sending your brother why don't I just charge you all at once. I'll give you a deal." The man smiled beneath his large hat.
Sam smiled back. "Well, thanx, I'll send Dean right over as soon as I get back to the room."
Sam opened the hotel room door a few minutes later. Dean was still asleep, now wearing his dirty jeans and socks. "Dean, wake up. I got clothes and the taylors gonna give us a deal. Come on, he's waiting for you."
Dean shaded his eyes from the sun coming in the window. "Well, alright, let me wake up. When will your clothes get done. I gotta get out of this town. I need tv!"
Sam threw his hands back. "They are done. What do you think?"
Dean's eyebrows cocked as he studied his baby brother. "Dude, you are so naked right now!"
"No, this outfit is for the very intelligent. He's been looking for someone special to pull it off."
"If by special you mean gullable and stupid, then, he found him!" Dean snorted.
"Dean, you know, brains isn't always your specialty. Maybe you just arn't intelligent enough to see this amazing work."
The older Winchester, brushed his hand through his hair. "Can you hear yourself, man? Seriously,? Not smart enough to see the clothes? LIsten, I'm going over to this taylor, I'm gonna get us both some proper clothes and then we are out of Pervert County okay?"
"Whatever Dean, but I like this outfit. I mean, really, have you ever seen an inseam lay this nicely." Sam gestured toward his manhood.
"Dude, your inseam is. . . lovely, please! Now please just, stop pointing at it." Dean shook his head and sighed.
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