Sam turns out the last light in his trailer and grabs one last bag. He's wearing a brown T-shirt and looks fine as hell. Dean comes up wagging his tail, and Sam agrees to go for one more run through the forest, laughing, dropping his shirt as he runs.
Sookie chuckles at the Forever 21 shopping bags as they bring them in from the car. "Underneath that tough vampire exterior, you're nothing but a big softie!" He smirks. "Don't tell anybody." She looks through the bags, laughing in spite of herself, and says it's a whole lot of pink. He's immediately scared and sad, worried that he fucked up, and she gives him a sweet smile. "But I'm sure Jessica will love it." Bill starts talking about how "ladies' clothing stores" use to sell petticoats, and in his inimitable Bill way, goes around his ass to get to his elbow so he can nudge Sookie into wearing one sometime. "Actually, I kind of miss them at times. They left something to the imagination. Unfastening them required a certain skill..." She gets sexy right back at him, because well played, Bill Compton. "I think there's a Halloween store around here that might still have some..." He calls her a tease and they laugh, grateful the crisis has blown over again, and pushing into the house, kissing, leaving the bags outside.
Hoyt's on the couch, shirtless, groaning, in such a way that from the door it looks like Jessica is feeding on him. They freeze, and then Bill zooms across the room and tosses her across the room. She complains, swearing she wasn't going to bite him, which is hard for Bill to believe, but is also only half the problem here. Because the other half -- and again, this is what's so great about this episode and storyline, is that having a girl teen vampire is that it queers the whole thing, both figuratively and literally: The danger of sex, if you're boring and/or straight and think that there needs to be a victim in sex, is one thing: You have a daughter, every boy is trying to get in there, and you go crazy. Or you have a son, and you egg him on.