Dean's got on a pair of worn jeans, a black t-shirt and a flannel shirt over it. His go to, every day wear basically. Good for researching or hunting, or drinking down at the bar. He wasn't the dress up kind of guy, really, more the get his hands dirty under an engine type.

He's not bothered by her checking him out either, his brow arching in more of a 'like what you see' kind of motion instead. "Probably smart, all things considered." Because really, having someone touch a weapon and accidentally hurt themselves he's sure was bad for business. "Considering I'm not entirely sure what the currency is or how to earn it around here, you're probably right about not affording it."

Sammy had his books and his history, Dean was always the lore and mechanics guy of their family. Though his hand itched to get back under a hood even though it hadn't been that long since he'd done a check on his car. Though learning the new technology would interest him. He's curious enough, and willing to learn.