In the middle of the first week, just after getting Castiel and Gabriel repaired, Castiel learned a new word. After the coffee table scare, Sam and Dean made sure that they plugged Gabriel and Castiel in at night. Dean asked Chuck why in the hell they didn't just plug themselves into the wall in the first place. Chuck shrugged and told him that they weren't quite that self-efficient yet and sort of pushed that thought aside whenever they were in a new place. Thus, that added into his quick addition about how this wasn't the first time it happened.
Well, when Dean went to sleep that night, he didn't expect waking up to Castiel sitting less than a few feet from his bed, staring at him at two in the morning. At first he wondered if he was dreaming, but then came Castiel's 'Hello, Dean'.
"Fuck!" He shouted, jolting backwards and off of his bed. He groaned, rubbing his head as he turned the light on his end table on.
"I apologize, I didn't mean to startle you." Castiel said in the same tone, watching the human curiously.
"Ugh, I thought you were supposed to be asleep." Dean yawned, glancing at his clock before cursing under his breath.
"I don't require sleep." Castiel replied simply, cocking his head.
"Yeah, coulda fooled me." Dean murmured under his breath.
"Okay, ground rules. If you're gonna do your creepy robot stare in the middle of the night, either do it facing a mirror or any way that doesn't have this repeat itself at some point, okay? And second? Personal space, Cas. I don't need you breathing on my face when I sleep." He didn't even know why Castiel looked puzzled at that last part.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't require breathing." He said softly, furrowing his eyebrows as he watched Dean. He looked over him curiously, as if he was searching for answers that he thoughtDean may have.
Dean groaned in frustration, moving to lay down and bury his face in his pillow. It was way too damn early for this shit. "Go to bed, Castiel. Don't you have a sleep mode or something?"
"Of course I do, Dean. All of us have that function." Dean was so done with this entire conversation, just wanting to go back to sleep.
"Okay, we are laying out more rules at a normal time in the damn morning, I'm not anywhere near awake enough to deal with this. Go in sleep mode and we'll talk later." He stated impatiently, scowling tiredly at Castiel. Castiel stared back at him and Dean wondered if he was just testing him somehow and all of this was on purpose. So far that was what the other android in the house seemed to get a kick out of, so perhaps Castiel was the same in that aspect.
"Alright, Dean. I understand. I apologize for waking you." He finally spoke up, moving to lay on the floor so he could stay close to the plug.
"Do ya want pillows or somethin'?" Dean asked, knowing the floor wasn't exactly the most comfortable place in the house.
"No thank you." Castiel said softly.
Dean frowned slightly at that, tossing his extra pillows at Castiel's head. "Bullshit. It's not good on your back to just lay like that for hours."
"My spine is actually quite flexible, but thank you for your concern." Well that was a story Dean was going to have to remember asking about when he was completely coherent and well rested.
"Alright, now go to bed." He mumbled, turning the lights off and moving his arms around his pillow to stay comfortable. Right when Dean was nearly back in dreamland, Castiel's voice broke the silence.
"Dean, I have a question." He asked softly.
"Hm?" Dean didn't feel like talking, nearly to his dreams so he wanted to make this conversation quick.
"What exactly does the word 'fuck' mean? I don't seem to have that word in my vocabulary." Dean groaned in frustration for what felt like the hundredth time in five minutes. Oh my god, the android couldn't be serious. That settled it, Castiel was obviously messing with him. There was no other way to look at this.
"Go to sleep, Castiel." He said a bit sharper, his voice rough with the sleep he was trying so hard to get.
In the afternoon, Castiel discovered that is when Dean was always in a better mood. That was one way Dean was different than Chuck. When Chuck was awake late at night, despite being tired, he would answer Castiel's questions calmly. Dean and Sam had a day off so Castiel stayed beside Dean, watching and learning from Dean, since that is what he was here for in the first place. Dean worked around the house and Castiel heard more of Dean's interesting words. 'Fuck' and 'Son of a Bitch' seemed to be his favorite phrases so far. "Fuck." Castiel heard Dean hiss that when he burned his hand on the pan making himself breakfast. 'Son of a bitch.' He would use that one when he couldn't find a right part needed for putting the new coffee table together. Castiel wanted to ask about all these phrases but was worried that Dean would just put him in sleep mode. So he began doing quieter things, like counting the freckles on Dean's face.
12...43...112... When he got close enough and turned his head, azure eyes completely focused in on Dean and cocking his head to see the different angles of his face, Dean stared at him, furrowing his eyebrows. He wondered just what the hell Castiel was trying to do. Castiel glanced up at his eyes, completely forgetting about the freckles and decided to count the colors in Dean's eyes instead. At least for a while this time, Dean stayed still, staring back at him. Castiel wondered if Dean was trying to count the colors in his eyes too. He wondered how many he even had in the first place. Maybe later, he would do what Dean said and stare into a mirror so that he could find out himself.
Sam on the other hand was more of an early riser, waking as the sun rose so that he could go on a run and get a good work out in to help him stay energized for the day. He was of course surprised to wake up to Gabriel in his bed, the android still in sleep mode. Sam noticed he had small white buds in his ears and realized that they were the ones used for listening to music. He watched Gabriel, seeing that he was completely asleep before he carefully took one out in his curiosity, holding it to his own ear so he could see if anything was playing. It was very relaxing music, a light thudding in in the background. Sam felt a bit more relaxed as he continued to listen before he replaced it back in Gabriel's ear. He was going to have to ask about that later. He got out of bed and pulled the blankets up to Gabriel's shoulder, not going to wake him up yet.
When Sam returned, Gabriel was still dead to the world. Sam wondered his this was normal, moving the sheets so he could look at him better. Well, he was still breathing at least. He shook his head, going to go grab some clothes before going to take a shower. Seeing that Gabriel was still wearing the white scrubs made him realize that they should probably take them out and get them some other clothes. If they took them out in public outside of the company dressed like that, people would probably think that they were escapees from a mental asylum or something. In all fairness, they both were a bit spacey when it came to new things. It was a little hard for Sam to forget just how infatuated they had been with the world outside the first day that they had been taken into the Winchester. He almost wondered how bad it would be to take them to the mall considering there was just about endless things for them to look at and who knew how long that could take? When Dean and Sam were given Castiel and Gabriel for testing, they didn't realize that the company would be giving them an allowance.
Dean had nearly died when there was a check for an extra twelve grand in the Winchester household funds. He thought it had been an error since he wasn't due for a pay raise, especially of that size, but when he called in about it, it turned out that it definitely was not an error and that they would keep getting this checks every so often as the testing continued. Perhaps this Angel project had some use after all?
Sam didn't mind the extra money, since it would make things easier to buy equipment or tools for if anything happened to the androids, or just anything at all that would help in their development. Like clothing. Sam watched Gabriel for a bit longer before he began shaking him awake. Gabriel groaned and rolled onto his other side so he was facing away from Sam. Sam couldn't help but smile at how human that gesture was and continued to shake him in an attempt to get him out of bed. The second time Gabriel opened his eyes and looked up at Sam, furrowing his eyebrows before he began rubbing his eyes. "Whadaya want?" He asked with a yawn, slowly getting himself out of his sleep mode.
"We're gonna go shopping for you to get some clothes and whatever else you want." Sam explained softly as Gabriel looked up at him, running his fingers through his messy hair.
"And?"
"What do you mean and? We can't exactly go clothes shopping if you're not there."
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, cocking his head. "You technically could."
"Yeah, but then you'd have to deal with what I'd pick out for you."
"And you'd pick out something terrible?" Gabriel asked, his normal grin slowly making its way onto his face.
"Just to spite you, yes." Sam nodded, liking to see him smiling.
"You said that you were sick of wearing white and I could just buy you everything in white." Gabriel pondered it for a moment before nodding a little.
"Alright, you got me. I guess I have to go to make sure that there's at least some coloring in my clothing choice." Sam nodded at that, patting his back.
"We'll head out in a little bit."
Sam was right when he had guessed that Castiel and Gabriel would be into everything around them at the mall. Castiel wanted to look at all of the technology that each store had and Dean kept track of him while Sam tried to pull Gabriel out of the candy store. That proved to be a Herculean task for the tall male since he had to promise Gabriel that they would come back to the store and still had to drag him out of the store. The smaller android was just completely amazed by the amount of candy and assortment of it. Sam almost wondered if they could spend the entire allowance on candy for someone who didn't even need to eat. Castiel on the other hand would ask Dean questions every now and again, staring at some of the moving mannequins in the windows of lingerie and clothing stores.
"Are you made from the same stuff?" Dean asked as Castiel stared at one of the mannequins displaying some lacy black underwear.
"My skin is mostly made out of a mixture of plastics, so I guess we are sort of the same." He said with a shrug as he looked up at him curiously, smiling a little at him before he looked back at the model.
"How important is the type of underwear someone wears to you?"
"It depends, sometimes it's pretty damn nice and sometimes it doesn't work." Dean stated, tugging Castiel away from the mannequin so that he could get him to a normal store so that they could get some clothes and get out of here before something else distracted Castiel's attention for another twenty minutes.
Actually clothes shopping for Castiel didn't take too long since he wasn't picky and just sort of accepted everything that Dean would hand him. Gabriel on the other hand had a kick out of messing with Sam and making everything hard on him. Every time Sam tried to show Gabriel something he thought would work, Gabriel would smile and say 'No' until he put it away, just to get it out and add it to the pile of clothes that they were they were about to ring up, something caught Castiel's attention and he wandered away from Dean. Dean furrowed his eyebrows and followed him, wondering where he was going now. Castiel stopped at a rack of coats, gently tugging at the sleeve of a trench coat. He looked really focused as he stared at it, rubbing circles into it with his thumb.
"Cas?" Castiel looked up at Dean, blinking slowly.
"Mm?" He asked, not letting go of the coat.
"Do you want this?" Dean asked curiously, getting it off of the rack. Castiel slowly took it from him, trying it on for size.
"It's pretty big on you. Do you want to look at another size?" Castiel shook his head at that. "No, it's okay...I like it this way." He said softly, tugging at the lapels of the coat for a moment.
"It's very comfortable."
"Alright, take it off and we'll go buy it." Castiel nodded and took it off before handing it to Dean. The moment the clothes were paid for, Castiel put the coat back on, liking how comfortable it was.
As promised, Sam led Gabriel pack to the candy shop, going to let him pick out a few bags of whatever he wanted. That didn't take as long as Sam thought it would since Gabriel put just about everything into sorted bags, gummy candies in one, fruity candies, and then chocolates before they paid up and left. Sam hoped that would at least keep him content for a while since he didn't think that Gabriel would be able to eat all of it in a day or two. Gabriel would of course prove him wrong on that matter, since no one should underestimate just what he was capable of.