A/N: Hello dears! I hope you are well. So, a while ago IceCream3131 suggested a rule about stealing clothes and recently DPR and suggested something similar about Castiel's trench coat, so, here we are! It gets a little deep at the end. Hope you enjoy!

35. Do not steal Castiel's trench coat without prior notice. (Castiel)

Dean was passing Castiel's room when he heard frantic muttering and a continuous thudding sound from within. The hunter knocked but didn't wait for a reply before entering.

Castiel was knelt down by the bottom drawer of his bedside table frantically throwing out socks, underwear, and anything else it might contain. In fact, it seemed almost every draw had been emptied in an anxious rush, contents strewn over the bed.

"Cas, what's up?" Dean asked.

"I can't find my coat." The angel sounded angry and he had his blade clenched tightly in one hand. "Whatever took it will rue the day they stole from an angel of the lord."

"Cas, I took" Dean said.

The angel spun around to face him. "What?"

"Um…okay, look…" Dean cautiously edged forward. "Let's just….take this," he slowly got Castiel to relinquish his grip on the angel blade, "And put it over here on the bed…away from the irrational angel."

Castiel squinted at him. "Why did you take my coat? When did you take it?"

"Because it was dirty! So I put it in the washing machine to clean" Dean argued. "And I took it last night when I distracted you with those wildlife documentaries I bought."

"So you didn't get me those to be nice?" Castiel asked.

"Of course I got them because I thought you'd like them!" Dean retaliated. "They just so happened to have a convenient second use" he added with an innocent shrug.

"Why didn't you just ask me instead of stealing it?" Castiel countered.

"I didn't steal it. I borrowed it to make it better for you" Dean reasoned. "I thought I was doing good. You hardly ever part with the thing; it might as well be sewn onto you."

"Well, I don't really have many other options" Castiel pointed out as he looked down at the little clothing he owned.

"We can go to a mall and get you more stuff if you want" Dean offered. "I mean, Sam and I ain't exactly style gurus, hell, we see something we like and buy it in five different colours, but you're right. You need more clothes."

"Alright. Can we also go to a book store? They always smell wonderful."

Dean smirked in amusement. "Yeah, sure." Castiel seemed a lot happier now. "Why are you so attached to that coat anyways? The only things I think trench coats are good for is flashing people, and looking creepy on street corners asking passers-by if they wanna buy a watch."

Castiel offered a small smile even though he wasn't quite sure he understood. "It's Jimmy's" he replied simply. "After what I did to him…what I put his family through…it's the least I can do to pay homage to him."

Dean hadn't thought of it that way. He offered Castiel a sympathetic smile and patted him on the back reassuringly.

"I'm still mad at you for stealing it though" Castiel added.

"We need have a talk about not ruining the moment" Dean replied.