'Why the hell does this happen to me', I ask myself. This morning was just not a shining star in my book. I woke up to find myself in a fucking suit, trench coat, and the wrong fucking skin. "I have no clue how the hell this happened but where the fuck is Cas", I cast my now ocean like eyes to Sam. Damn he's tall! "Dean calm down. Just call Cas down and everything will be okay", Sam tries to sooth. "I've already tried, damn it", I answer.
This was just not right. How the hell did I get here? I feel completely human though this body is supposed to be filled with angel mojo and shit. Hell, it should be filled with Cas not me! Wow, that sounded wrong... but anyways that would mean Cas has all his angelic powers in my body. Shit. I hope the whole vessel thing helps him from not destroying my awesome body.
I storm off to the dingy motel bathroom with the trench coat making a small 'swoosh' as I turn away from Sam. Half slamming the door behind me in irritation, I whip around to turn on the sink to cold water. Looking into the mirror I see those two blue marbles staring back, black messy hair, and a scruff to match. Usually splashing water on my face would help me concentrate but this time it just cooled me off. Damn this suit is hot! Then I hear a gruffer version of my voice call my name. This is not going to be good.