"I - yeah I say it a lot. Just never thought I'd hear it out of you, Sunshine." He chuckled and did not look sheepish because there was nothing wrong with strong language in his book. The more the better really. But he was both intrigued and amused as she so levelly explained herself and even tossed in a tidbit of trivia about Henry VIII. He'd never heard anything about that but he filed it away in case one day he should come up against a smartass demon and could use it in some pithy retort or something.
Dean opened his mouth to protest the pink sweatshirt again but then she pulled out the rainbowed Queer one and he dissolved into laughter again. It seemed like every other thing in this place was emblazoned with some sort of homosexual statement. Which he supposed was no big deal except he wasn't gay and was definitely not going to give anyone the wrong idea in this fucking place. He was not pretty. He was not spiffy-gay. He was man's man. Macho through the beer and muscle cars to the very end.
"N-no, I think the pink is 'preferable' to the state of oddness." He laughed and eyed the pink sweatshirt almost dolefully. This was what he was reduced to? A pink and hamburger wearing fashion victim. "You know that queer means gay and gay means homosexual. They don't translate well either, do they?"