"Honestly? You don't look real." Dean shrugged. "Like someone did a hell of a good make up job with some poor bastard sweating up a storm in a suit." He actually shuddered thinking about it. He'd never had one of those jobs that he had to crawl into some suit with an oversized head. He'd sweated on a job before but not like that.
"Has to be hell on the cleaning bills. Or do you not have a shedding problem?" Dean actually wanted to touch the blue fur, see what it felt like, but he was behaving, for the most part. "I met a live talking teddy bear; think that creeped me out more than this." He wasn't lying, and he shook his head at that particular memory. If he was afraid, it wasn't showing. Actually, he was more curious than afraid; Dean did like to poke things sometimes.