"This top, or this one?"
Cas scrolled through Google on his phone, feeling a bit idiotic for what he'd been searching, but so far he'd found nothing that seemed to suit his taste.
"Cas!" Meg interjected.
"Hmm?"
He glanced up, and she was holding up two different shirts. She had said after they figured out her outfit for the concert she would take him shopping and help him with his. For now they were in her living room of her small, ranch-style house, Cas in one of the beat-up, cushioned chairs she had.
He glanced at the clothing, really not sure which one was better.
"You know, just 'cause I like guys it doesn't make me your gay best friend."
"I know."
"I'm pan."
"I know!" Meg pouted, holding the clothing out on the hangers. "Come on, which one?"
"Meg, I'm looking up what fashion works for rock concerts on my phone right now, so I'm really not a good judge…" He trailed off, going to images, hoping that would be better than some article.
Meg let out some sort of grumpy sound, set the clothes on the coffee table, and plopped herself down on the arm of the chair.
"We should've gotten this figured out a week ago."
"It's not like Dean Winchester's actually going to notice us."
"A girl can dream. Besides, he's popular with men too. There might be some hot fans."
"Go with the silver top then," Castiel suggested. "Any more black and you'd look like you're ready to rip someone's face off."
"Maybe I would be."
Castiel grinned, saying, "I have no idea how you got a job as a mental health worker."
"Because I'm as sweet as a rose, Clarence."
She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then took his phone from him. Castiel didn't have anything to hide from her, so he let her do it.
Her eyebrows furrowed in thought as she searched.
"Okay, what about ripped jeans, a Dean Winchester T-shirt, and a leather jacket?"
"Do I have to wear the T-shirt?" Castiel asked, grimacing.
The concert was in a few days, and just the thought of being there was making him flustered and annoyed. He would turn on the radio and there was Dean Winchester, or he'd see posters in shops, and it was Dean Winchester. He'd check the news, and what do you know? Dean Winchester.
Sure, he was a handsome man, but he seemed overrated.
"It'll just have his name on it," she assured. "Probably plus the sun and clouds design he's got going on with his latest album."
"Exciting," he said, hoping she noted his sarcasm.
"Look, you're coming, and you're gonna look good."
"Alright," Castiel relented as she handed him his phone back. She had the exact outfit (minus the T-shirt) open up on his phone, and he supposed he could pull it off.
She clapped his shoulders lovingly. "Besides, not like I can let you out in that suit and coat you like wearing all the time."
"It's comfortable to me," he argued.
"You'd stand out. Horribly."
"All right, well, let's go."
Castiel stood, pocketing his phone, and as he went to the stairwell he saw that Meg was studying the silver shirt.
"You sure this is the right one?" she asked, turning it to him.
"Yeah, you'll look great."
"Great."
"Great."
Meg smiled, rolling her eyes at him, and then grabbed her purse and they were going.