AN: Written for spn_pic_for_fic
I blame downfall35 for this bunny because he provided the second picture.
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Castiel was glad an Angel's reflexes were yet to be surpassed by a human being. So he ducked in time to avoid the fountain of dark softdrink erupting from Dean's mouth hitting him square in the face. Although the Angel was not exactly sure what hat caused that reaction. He had just appeared inside the Winchesters' motel room and instead of greeting him the brothers had started acting strangely. Sam had fallen down to the floor and was laughing so hard he obviously took something the wrong pipe because now he was choking.
"Dean? What has befallen you?" Castiel could not sense any malicious spell or drugs. No intoxication, nothing that could explain and justify the way the hunters were behaving towards an Angel of The Lord.
Instead of answering Dean started hitting his fist onto the table still laughing so hard there were tears streaking down his face.
Castiel watched the spectacle a few seconds before deciding he had to do something. At first he freed the youngest and now slightly blue tinged hunter's airways before he continued to choke on his piece of corn. ext the Angel decided he had to make sure there was nothing in the Winchester's food. He extended an arm to take some food of Sam's plate as Dean managed to squeeze out between another laughing fit: "Cas, just change into different clothes, would ya?"
The Angel shrugged and disappeared.
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The next time Castiel visited the Winchesters they were at Bobby's. The angel had changed his clothes into something he hoped the hunters would more approve. Unfortunately one a second after announcing his presence the old hunter had aimed a shotgun at the angel's head and was glaring daggers. Castiel knew Bobby didn't especially like him but this behaviour was plainly rude.
"I had expected a bit more hospitality." Castiel said while waiting for the hunter to lower his weapon.
"Bobby! Wait! That's Cas! Castiel! The Angel!" Dean hurriedly stepped between the two and pushed the barrel away.
"And why is he dressing like a german tourist?!"
Castiel looked down glancing at his clothes and stated matter of factly: "Dean wished for me to dress differently."
The older Winchester groaned and Sam asked with a slight smile: "You wanna dance a Schuhplattler?"
The Angel tilted his head and considered the hunter's suggestion. If that was what the Winchesters wanted... He had seen Dean wear Lederhosen once and thought the hunter had looked quite reasonably. Of course it would be a misuse of his angelic powers but if it helped the Winchesters to rally he surely could use that for his defence. Castiel nodded. "I am capable of performing that dance." With a small gesture he changed Dean's clothes and marveled at that sight a few seconds before turning to Sam. They would need at least one female person...
As the Angel turned to Bobby the older hunter quickly retreated to his kitchen. He needed a drink. A strong drink. And his camera. Because no way he would not record that costume drama on tape.