"Sam, do you think it was wise to let Dean storm off on a different hunt like that?" Cas asked.
"There isn't much else we could have done, Cas. At least Bobby will be with him, so it isn't like he'll be running into something alone." Sam shrugged, not happy with it either.
Cas reached across the small diner table to offer some sort of comforting gesture but luck was against him as his arm nudged Sam's coffee mug just hard enough to tip it and without thinking he smacked it towards him so the hot liquid hit his own shirt rather than Sam.
"Oh." He said, feeling the scorch of heat turn into a cold, wet sensation.
"Cas! Are you okay?" Sam asked, grabbing a handful of napkins to soak up the rest of the coffe and placing the cup right-side up.
"It doesn't hurt, if that's what you're asking." Cas replied.
"Man, it's all over your shirt. I think I have a some spares in my bag if you want to borrow one?" Sam offered.
"I would be very grateful for a change of shirts." Cas admitted.
"Here." Sam rummaged through the dufflebag by his side and pulled out the first shirt his hand found.
It was a green and white plaid button-down, his favorite. Cas accepted it and went off to the men's bathroom to change while Sam cleaned up the rest of the mess. When he came back out the shirt looked at least two sizes too big, making Cas look even smaller. The angel shrugged on his trenchcoat but the shirt still fell past his hips, making him look like a child playing dress up.
"Your boyfriend seemed pretty worried about ya." The waitress smiled from the other side of the counter.
"Our relationship isn't of a romantic nature." Cas replied.
"Sure it isn't, hon. And my second husband left with an older woman." The waitress laughed, confusing Cas.
"I don't understand." He said.
"Come on Cas, the checks covered, we should try and find the nearest motel. Maybe they'll have a washer." Sam came over with his bags.
Cas nodded and glanced at the waitress who winked at the word motel and went back to work.
"Female jokes seem to have an unusual humor to them." Cas commented.
"It's easier if you don't question it." Sam shrugged, grinning. "Ready to go?"
"Yes." Cas said, fiddling with the oversized shirt.
He couldn't explain why but he was silently hoping that maybe the motel wouldn't have a washer after all.