"Yeah, me." Dean wasn't happy. The bra was still uncomfortable, as was everything else he was currently wearing. And, he was certain it wasn't this woman's size.
"I just don't understand why put all my scars on this body? The woman doesn't deserve this." Dean twisted around and pulled up his shirt a little to expose a scar across his side. It traveled over the hip and along the waist to disappear under the shirt that was at least keeping the body decent - no bra sightings. "I got this fighting some zombies once. But, why put it on this body?"
Dean glared at Aidan before the vampire could say anything. He knew what the other guy was thinking, that this wasn't some woman's body who'd had the bad luck of being switched with the hunter's. No, Aidan was thinking that this was now Dean's body, not anyone else's. He sighed softly.
"Fucking goddesses." He didn't say this very loudly, but he said it all the same. There was a definite pout on the lips; Dean hadn't been overly given to pouting, but he apparently did it in this body. He really wanted to punch that goddess at the moment.