When they arrived at the restaurant, Hannah gazed around at the quiet neighborhood lined with simple brick buildings. Finely dressed men and women wandered the streets around them. Hannah glanced at Castiel as he parked the car and met her gaze.

"Are you sure we should be clothed so… strangely?" she asked. They'd taken the time to change into clothing that had been approved by the Winchesters. In fact, according to Castiel, their entire excursion had been planned by the brothers.

"Yes," Castiel said as he got out of the car and moved around to open the passenger door for her. "I don't quite understand it either, but Dean informed me that we would not be allowed entry to this restaurant if we were dressed like douchebags, as he called it. He said we had to look sharp."

Hannah felt confused. "Sharp?" she repeated. "Like a blade?" She looked down at herself. She wore a slimming black dress with a short hemline, square neckline, and thin spaghetti straps crisscrossing her bare back. Her hair was pulled back from her shoulders, spilling in wavy tresses against her back. She wore a light blue pendant that Sam had said brought out her eyes.

Castiel offered her his hand and, hesitantly, she took it, and he hoisted her to her feet. "Do I look sharp then? Sam Winchester claimed this was appropriate." Castiel looked at what she wore, his eyes studying her slim form closely.

"Yes," he responded. She felt her cheeks turn a little warm as she took in his appearance. He wore a dark navy blue tuxedo with coat and white dress shirt. His appearance certainly made her vessel flush slightly; she didn't quite understand this sort of reaction. "You look smashing."

Hannah hoped that smashing was a good thing. But when she tried to walk in the uncomfortable high heels Sam told her to wear, she stumbled forward, losing her balance. Castiel was there, quickly catching her by the arms before she collided into him, and held her steady. "Are you alright?" he questioned.

"These shoes," she glanced down at her feet, at the black high heels she wore, and how her feet screamed with discomfort at being in them. "I don't see how they are appropriate."

Castiel glanced around at the people moving back and forth around them. He pointed out a woman in a flashy red skirt and six-inch pumps. Hannah felt a little better about her appearance. She felt as though this black gown hardly contained her form, but at least it wasn't that revealing.

"Come on," Castiel grasped her hand and let her lean slightly against him as they walked to the restaurant. Hannah still struggled with the shoes and felt a little embarrassed as she enlisted the look of a few humans standing in the waiting lounge as she and Castiel approached the hostess podium.

"Welcome to the finest Kansas City Steakhouse in town," the hostess greeted as she looked the two of them over. "Well aren't you two a pair of perfect cherubs." Castiel and Hannah exchanged glances with one another.

"Yes, we are angels," Castiel pointed out as a matter of factly. "But I don't understand how you could have known that simply based on our appearance. You cannot see our true form."

"Oh… just a figure of speech, Handsome," the hostess said, winking coyly at Castiel. "Do you have a reservation?"

Castiel nodded. "Yes, I have a reservation under Dean Winchester." The hostess checked her computer and pulled out a few menus.

"Ah there you are, Mr. Winchester, I'm glad you called ahead, we have your table and your entire menu selection all ready for you."

Castiel raised a brow and looked at Hannah who shrugged. He leaned over to her to whisper. "Now I know what Dean was doing in the other room before we left," he said. Hannah felt a little nervous. She didn't entirely trust Dean and knowing he'd apparently set this whole event up made her even more anxious about what could be in store for them.

The two of them followed the hostess through the dimly lit dining room, and Hannah glanced around the restaurant curiously. People stuffed into booths lined the room, talking, taking little note of them. Paintings of prominent Kansas City residents and of scenery decorated the walls. Jazz music played. As they passed by the bar lounge area, Hannah was fascinated with the bottles and glasses lining the wall behind the bar.

When they approached their booth, it was decorated with a white satin tablecloth, set up with proper plates and utensils, and upon closer inspection, Hannah noted a long-stemmed red rose laying in front of the antique lamp at the far end of the table, just under the large oil painting of the Missouri River hanging on the wall.

Hannah plucked the rose from the table as she slid into the booth, Castiel sitting down across the table from her. She looked it over curiously, inhaling its pleasant floral scent. When she glanced to Castiel for an explanation, he only shrugged. "Dean," he said simply.

The hostess left them and was immediately replaced by a pretty brunette waitress whose name tag read: Dina.

"How are we doing this lovely evening?" Dina asked as she placed water glasses in front of each of them. She glanced at Castiel. "You're Dean Winchester, correct?"

"No," Castiel corrected, he tried to think of an explanation. "He's uh… my brother. He arranged this meal for us."

"Oh well aren't you two in for a surprise then," the waitress pulled over a tray and placed champagne ice bucket onto their table. "He's arranged the full tour of our fine establishment. First, we have some champagne on ice, followed by a couple of dishes to share. Our delicious crab cakes, some parmesan truffle fries, and lobster mac and cheese. Then, we have a dry aged Kansas City rubbed porterhouse on a bed of wild rice with sauteed spinach and a baked potato. And for the lovely lady here, we have a roasted citrus salmon over polenta and creamed spinach and sauteed wild mushrooms. And then for dessert, we have some strawberry sorbet for the both of you."

The waitress glanced between the two of them and smirked. "You two are as thin as rails, you sure you can finish all that food?"

"Yes," Hannah said confidently, glancing up at the waitress. "We are ang-"

"We're very hungry," Castiel blurted out before she could finish her sentence. The waitress smiled.

Hannah gasped as the waitress popped the cork, the noise startling her, as did the eruption of fizzing champagne that burst from the bottle. The waitress expertly poured them their glasses and then hurried away.

Hannah focused her attention on Castiel, who gave her a small smile. "What have you observed of humans so far?" he asked her.

Hannah glanced down at the rose she held in her hand, running her finger over the stem and the petals, feeling the softness sensations of touch as she thought. "They place a lot of value on these… sensations," she responded. "Senses. The way we are dressed, how we appear. The sound of the piano… the touch of a rose. These smells around me…"

"Humans use their senses to process the world around them," Castiel explained. "How do these senses make you feel, Hannah?"

Hannah thought about that question. As she did, the waitress brought the first of their food. Crab cakes and fries. She took a fry and ate it cautiously and watched Castiel do the same. As she chewed, she contemplated the tastes. "I like this," she said. She thought back to how she'd felt as she'd taken in Castiel's appearance in his suit and the way she'd felt a little flushed when she noticed his eyes on her. She'd felt encouraged by his attention. She liked the way the rose felt, the way her mouth watered at the smell of food, and the crunch and salty taste of the fries and crab cakes.

"I like the way these senses make my vessel feel," she told Castiel. As curious as she was about the world around her, she also liked that Castiel was here with her. She realized that his presence was probably the most essential part of the way she felt. She wasn't quite sure how to tell him this. Somehow, it didn't quite feel right to voice these thoughts. She didn't understand how to put words to what she felt. She only knew that she didn't want the evening to end.

And it was long-lasting. With each new dish their waitress brought them, she was given a chance to experience something new. New tastes, new smells. And even though this was all new to her, somewhere, deep inside her, Caroline felt them too and assured her that they were right things to feel. After all, they were Caroline's emotions, her senses, which guided her.

All through dinner, she kept the rose on her lap, it seemed wrong to part with it somehow. She watched Castiel intensely as he ate his meal. She followed his lead on how to eat certain things, though Caroline nudged her in the right direction too.

The dinner did have to end eventually, and after Castiel paid for the meal on one of Dean's fraudulent credit cards, the two of them made their way back to the car and as Hannah sat in the passenger seat, watching as Castiel pumped gas, preparing for their journey west, she suddenly felt closer to him than she thought was possible before. She clutched her rose as he perched on the hood of the car outside, waiting for the gas pump to finish, she felt an overwhelming sensation of anticipation for the next few days. She was excited to explore the world with him, to see what he wanted to show her, to let him guide her through this strange planet.

When he got back into the car, he glanced across the space between them to meet her gaze. "How was that?" he asked, concern for her answer in his eyes as he observed her expression. "The whole evening. Even the uncomfortable shoes."

"I liked it," she admitted softly. "Castiel… I hadn't realized."

"Realized what?"

"I didn't see how there could be any wisdom to be gained by humans. So much of the way they act confuses me. They don't understand what it's like to be angels, but… I'm starting to realize what you see in them."

Castiel smiled wholeheartedly. "I'm glad," he said. "And there is much more to see."

And with that, the two angels headed west.