Dean typically wore denim and a lot of it but if he was expected to exercise then he figured he wouldn't be all that comfortable in jeans, so he'd opted to wear gray sweatpants and a Metallica t-shirt. He'd taken to pacing the apartment while he waited for Sally to arrive, muttering to himself how ridiculous he looked and that he better not make a fool of himself in front of the woman.
When he heard the knock, he looked up at the sound. "...Here we go," he rumbled to himself, quick to walk over to answer the door. "Hey. Uh, hi. Sally." He told himself not to stare. "So... that's a lot of pink." Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare. "Let me just grab my water bottle and I'm good to go."