There was something different about Castiel, but Lysander couldn't place what it was. He studied his friend harder, trying to figure to place it. And then it hit him.

"Castiel, where's your jacket?"

The redhead blinked and looked at himself, seemingly surprised it wasn't there. "Oh…Uh," Castiel glanced up to Lysander again and for some reason he was blushing. "I guess I left it in the closet…Or something."

"Um, alright," Lysander said. He wasn't sure why Castiel was stumbling over the answer and flushed, but he wouldn't pry.


"Nathaniel?" Melody asked, looking at the blonde in confusion.

"Yes?"

"How come you're wearing Castiel's jacket?"

Nathaniel's mouth parted in a surprised O. He glanced down at his leather clad arms and then back up to Melody, a blush darkening his cheeks. "I'm not."

"Um...Yes you are," Melody replied dubiously.

"Nope," he answered quickly. "No I am not. This jacket is uh, well it is my dad's. Yep." Nathaniel nodded up and down. "Hey Melody, I forgot. Iris was looking for you. You better go see what she wants."

"Okay," the brunette replied uncertainly. She nodded and left the room to go find Iris, her brow still furrowed in complete puzzlement.