Hi fellow readers. This is my first ever fanfiction written, and I decided to do Supernatural. I tried to keep the characters in character; hopefully they are not too OOC. So, hope you enjoy! ^^; If I get good reviews, I'll continue it (I already have another in mind).
They didn't have any hunt to be on so the Winchesters took the day to spend time at Bobby's house. Sam was off reading books to expand his knowledge of the ever increasing monster population and species. Bobby has chosen to help, finding spells and charms to go with each monster. Dean took to sitting in his Impala, music loud so it blared from the car speakers. He was in the middle of listening to "Eye of the Tiger" when a rustle of wings sounded; Dean turned the music down.
"Hello, Dean," the gravel voice said.
Dean turned to face the angel. "Well howdy Cas. Whatcha droppin' by for?"
Castiel furrowed his brows. There was a long pause before he spoke. "I wish to learn about humans and their customs."
Dean looked at Castiel as if he had been asked how do you pour milk into a glass.
"Okay," Dean said after a pause, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "What do you want to know?"
Again Castiel furrowed his brows and Dean smirked. "If you think too hard your head's gonna explode Cas."
"Why would my head explode from thinking" Castiel asked, looking at Dean with his clueless, "I-don't-understand-that-reference", head titled, look.
"It's a figure of speech," Dean sighed. "Don't take things too literate, Cas. That's rule number one for you."
Castiel just stared at him.
"What?" Dean asked, staring back. "You gotta follow some rules Cas or you're gonna stick out."
Castiel sighed and faced forward. "I do not recall 'don't take things too literate' a rule for humans."
"You're an exception," Dean replied. "Now, what do you have a question about?"
"Why do humans wear so many clothes?" Castiel asked. "I only require one set."
"Cas," Dean sighed. "We have body odor. We don't want to stink and look like we don't care how we look. You just use your angel mojo and you're clean." He paused and looked over at Castiel. "But, you should change your clothes if you really want to learn this human custom; ya gotta do 'em."
Castiel looked down at his suit and trenchcoat. "You mean change my attire?"
"Yes, I mean change your holy tax accountant look," Dean replied. "Whatdya say?"
Castiel looked down at his clothes again. After a long pause he finally agreed. Dean smiled and started the car, and then they headed to a clothes store nearby. When they arrived, Dean led Castiel into the store. Castiel followed Dean around while Dean picked out shirts and pants.
"Here. You can try…. These," Dean said, giving Castiel a light blue button down shirt, a dark blue shirt and two pairs of jeans.
"That is too much to wear, Dean," Castiel stated, staring at the clothes, but look them.
"What are you talking about?" Dean looked at him. "You don't wear them all at once, Cas. You try one out at a time, see if you like them."
"That's too tedious Dean," Castiel replied. "Why can't I-"
"No angel mojo-ing!" Dean said. "If you want to learn human customs, you gotta do 'em."
Castiel gave a menicing glare at Dean, but he headed into the dressing room to try the clothes on. After a few moments, he came back out wearing the light blue shirt with faded blue jeans.
"Is this appropriate?" Castiel asked, looking at Dean.
He looked strange without his trenchcoat- Dean would admit that, but he kept to himself that Castiel looked really good in blue.
Dean thought for a moment before getting an idea. "You're missing something," Dean said and went inside the dressing room to get the tie. He came back out and adjusted the tie correctly on Castiel.
"There, now you look human," Dean said, stepping back. "Like a guy ready to go out for something special."
"This feels decent, I suppose," Castiel commented, looking at himself.
"Ah, you'll get used to it," Dean smiled, then clapped the angel on the shoulders. "We'll take these."
In the end, they brought five blue shirts and three jeans. On the way back to Bobby's, Castiel was inspecting the clothes they had brought.
"That wasn't so hard to do now was it?" Dean asked.
"No, it was not," Castied conceded. "Why don't you get new clothes, Dean?"
"I have plenty of clothes," Dean said. "I don't need anymore."
Castiel thought for a moment, looking at the clothes. "When should I wear these?"
"Anytime, really," Dean replied, "except when you go to bed."
"I do not require sleep, Dean," Castiel said.
"Well, Cas," Dean said, turning up the music. "Looks like that's another human custom you'll have to experience, now won't you?"
He laughed when he heard Castiel groan at the thought of learning a new human custom.