Heya, Sam! I recently asked Dean what his record was for the most layers of plaid he's worn. He said 33 was his record, but it kinda blew up and everyone's asking him for the context. He hinted that you were there when this happened - would you be able enlighten us with any information on the matter? ~Plaid!anon
Oh, that? I remember that night.
So, here’s the thing. Plaid patterns and flannel are the cheapest things to replace for us when we’re on hunts, and oftentimes anything with that pattern goes on sale. Because of that, we not only have our shirts, which is what we typically end up using, but we also have socks, blankets, you name it. Some of those layers counted for what I think Dean was talking about.
Basically what happened was that Charlie was looking through our old clothing once and found a lot of our old shirts that were about to be washed along with those blankets and everything else. Some were bigger than others and some were smaller, but it made her want to dare Dean to see how many layers he could throw on himself and still be able to walk around. The winner bought the beers. Naturally, Dean was up for it. She said he couldn’t make it past 40. Dean said he’d make it to 50. I just kind of watched it all end badly for him.
He started with the smaller shirts that still had holes in them from a few years ago and worked his way through both his shirts and then mine. He got about 8 or 9 of those on before his joints started stiffening up with the layers, so he then switched to these plaid socks we’d gotten Cas a few years back and started putting on about 12 pairs of that (Cas liked the socks a lot, even if he didn’t wear all of them). But Charlie didn’t let him count one sock as one piece of flannel. So there were pairs of socks.
After one of Castiel’s socks stopped going around his foot, Dean went to the blankets that we had and started tying those around him in pretty much every way you can think about. He got to about 30 layers total that way afterwards, the blankets hiding pretty much everything except as much of his elbows and knees as possible so he could attempt to move, but jumping up and down from one place to another was a stretch to call it movement. The last few layers were hats that Charlie had, but when Dean got to 33 he literally just fell over trying to put on the 34th layer.
It took us maybe two hours or so to get him out of all the layers in the end, but not before Charlie made him try to move around the bunker like a normal person in normal clothes. Cas came in towards the end while Dean tried to move around and just saw this giant mix of different types of plaid. He thought someone had possessed the clothing. Before we could tell Cas what was going on he just launched himself in trying to stop the “flannel monster.” It’s a good thing Dean had so much padding on then, even if he did nearly break a rib trying to dodge Castiel’s punches (which he couldn’t do at all because he could barely move.”
Long story short, Dean lost the bet; Charlie got pictures; and Cas got a kick out of how many times “clothing did him wrong”. For me, I couldn’t stop laughing for a solid week.
