Castiel stared at his face in the mirror, a thousand lifetimes of knowledge teeming within his blue eyes.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Dean said, appearing next to the angel whose gaze grew increasingly concerned.
"It must be done," Castiel said without hesitation. His brow furrowed in confusion as Dean suddenly had displayed the human emotion of disbelief at a seemingly easy task.
"A millennia of existence?" Dean shook his head. "The powers of heaven at your disposal? " Dean continued, raising a disposable razor to Castiel's whitened cheek, "and your old Man never taught you to shave?"