He did as he was told. Sam cautiously grabbed onto all of the clothes that she had tossed out and dropped them into the trash. He knew that he'd have one hell of a time trying to explain the women's clothing to Dean later on. Knowing his brother, he'd probably hear some sort of witty retort over how he didn't know that Sam had two jobs -- one being a hunter while the other was a hooker. The thought made him roll his eyes and Sam returned to his dresser and began to dig around for clothes again. He came up with a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. The pants were the smallest that he had, which was why he really didn't wear them anymore. And the shirt? Well, he had lots of them. He wouldn't mind losing one shirt.
"Okay." He looked down again, clothes in his hands. When she appeared, he carefully set them onto the vacant space beside her and cleared his throat. "Right. Well. I'll just...ah, go to the bathroom. To wash my...arm." To wash his arm? Fitting. Sam quickly turned away and headed in that very direction.