"Not gonna lie. Ya'll got some weird fashions," Dean replied, flashing a cheeky grin as he toweled off his head and torso. "But I don't judge. What do I know?" He shrugged, expansively, and then unceremoniously took off his socks and shoes, then unbuckled his belt and stripped off his jeans. Luckily his boxer briefs were still dry, so he just rubbed his legs down to chase the cold clammy feeling away before he dressed in the pajama pants which were, he was surprised to note, almost long enough. He pulled the sweatshirt on next and then pushed up his sleeves. "I don't suppose you got a laundry I could use, Master?"