A/N: *sigh* And one by one, the bunnies steal my sanity.

Disclaimer: None of this is mine. Supernatural belongs to Kripke and Co., and the plotlines and general strangeness of this fic belong to my crackho of a muse.


If Sam and Dean hadn't been so dense, they would have recognized the signs long before they did. As it was, the wardrobe was their first real clue that something was up.

"Cas?" Sam said, interrupting the angel's lecture about the apocalypse and whatever else he was droning about.

"Yes Sam?"

"Did you get new clothes?"

Castiel looked down at himself and the new, entirely black wardrobe he was wearing. He'd even traded in the the tan trench for a long black one.

"Yes. How is that related to the omens in Kentucky?"

"It's not. It's just surprising, that's all."

Castiel frowned, lines of confusion appearing on his brow. Then he continued blah blah blahing about death and destruction.


Sam was sitting in the driver's seat of the Impala, waiting for Dean to come back with records of where the remains of Eli Pike had been interred.

"How do you make this music different?"

If the door hadn't been closed, Sam was sure he would have fallen out of the chair.

"Cas! What, uh, what are you doing here?"

Castiel gave him a forlorn look while fiddling with the radio.

"Where else would I be? It is not like I can occupy my time with searching for God. He has made it clear he doesn't care."

With that, Cas found the station he was searching for. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat in contentment.

"Seriously? My Chemical Romance?"

Castiel's eyes popped open.

"Judge not, lest ye be judged." He quipped, then vanished.

Sam sat in a cloud of confusion and emo music.


Dean was the one who found it. It was lying in plain sight on one of the hotel beds, all innocent-like. Dean picked it up and examined it.

"Dean, why do you have that?"

Dean jumped, absurdly feeling like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Is this yours?" He asked.

Castiel took it from Dean's hand.

"Yes. Why do you have it?"

"It was just lying on the bed. I thought it was Sam's."

Cas frowned. That seemed to be his default expression these days.

"It's mine. Don't touch it again."

And with that he was gone, taking the ipod with him.


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Well? What's wrong with Cas? Can the boys figure it out? Where did he get an ipod?

Tune in next time to find out! Same crack!time, same crack!channel!

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