"Meg, what do you get a teenage girl for Christmas?" Castiel asked, standing in the middle of the store.
"Jesus fuck, Clarence. You two are a lot more alike than I thought," Meg said.
Castiel winced. "Meg, please don't say those two words together."
Meg held out her hands. "Alright, alright."
"Dean, what did you get Emma for Christmas?" Castiel asked.
"A new handgun," Dean answered. Meg rolled her eyes.
"Meg, what did you get her?"
"Makeup." Meg held up the bulging bag dangling from her hand. "Sam got her books. Just get her a sweater or something, Clarence. She made a list for fuck's sake."
"The rest of you already got everything on the list," Castiel muttered. Meg took a bite of her soft pretzel and sighed.
"More books can't hurt."
Castiel stared at her pretzel until Meg held it out for him. She did the same to Dean as the three of them took off walking in the direction of the bookstore. "Is there makeup in there for my daughter, too?" Dean asked as they sat on the bench outside the store.
Meg took a noisy sip of her lemonade. "Of course. She's fascinated by it."
"Tell me you didn't get her clothes, too." Meg smirked at him and Dean groaned. "Don't dress my daughter up like a damn demon chick."
"Maybe she wants to wear something nice instead of hand me downs from Kevin or something from the secondhand store," Meg countered. "Seriously, Dean. I only got her a leather jacket. Cool off."
"Why a leather jacket?" Dean asked, shifting on the bench.
"I didn't want mine going missing," Meg answered. "Look, here comes Castiel. Hey, Clarence, how'd you make out?"
"Very well," Castiel said, holding up the bag. "I found a very nice Bible that I'm sure Claire will appreciate."
Dean and Meg glanced at each other and sighed as Castiel began walking for the exit. "I'm gonna come back later and pick up a gift card that I can slap both our names on," Meg told Dean.
"Good plan."