RECAP: Castiel died. Dean was sad. Castiel came back in a pretty girl vessel. Dean was happy. Castiel disappeared randomly. She does that, even as a chick.

The bed where Jimmy's body had been was now clean and properly made up. The blood stains were gone and the bed looked exactly as it had when they had first gotten the motel room. There was no sign of any disturbance.

"What the hell?" Dean turned to Sam. The younger Winchester only shook his head. "He… I mean, she… will come back, I guess." Sam replied.

"Well, when Cas gets back, we've gotta get her some new clothes." Dean said.

Sam looked at him in shock. "Seriously, man? You're worried about clothes right now?

Dean looked slightly guilty. "Well… We don't need any extra attention. And that outfit is…"

"I'm kidding, Dean." Sam interrupted. "Just don't make me go when you and your angel go shopping. I don't like being the third wheel."

"Dude!" Dean said, looking slightly disgusted.

"You did say you liked that vessel…" Sam said.

"Yeah, well, unlike you, I'm straight." Dean said defensively.

Sam was just amused at how riled up his brother could get over one comment. He didn't reply.

Dean grabbed his cell phone and called Bobby. He needed to be told about Castiel's… condition. Sam flipped open his laptop. He planned on looking up possible cases, but he ended up searching for information on angels and their vessels until Dean was off the phone.

After Dean had cleared, or tried to clear, everything up to a very confused Bobby and Sam had closed his laptop, the two were ready to actually get some sleep. Castiel still hadn't shown back up, but this disappearing act was something that the Winchesters had grown used to.

"Dibs on not sleeping on the dead guy bed!" Dean called quickly, leaping onto the bed where an unconscious Castiel had been earlier.

Sam groaned, but knew arguing was a waste of time. Dean had already won this.

"Look on the bright side, Sammy. At least Cas cleaned up!" Dean called cheerfully, getting up to brush his teeth.

Sam shook his head, rolled his eyes, and closely examined the bed that he was being forced to sleep in. After staring for a minute and deciding it was clear, he sighed and sat back on the bed. "Looks good enough,"

Dean came out of the bathroom laughing and jumped into his bed. Sam eyed his own bed, but ultimately laid back and closed his eyes.

Once the lamp was turned off, both brothers were almost instantly asleep.

The next morning, Dean woke up to find a girl sitting in a desk chair beside his bed, staring at him. It took a moment for him to clearly remember the events of the previous day.

"Hot girl or not, Cas, it's still creepy when you do that." Dean sat up and looked at the bed next to him. "Where's Sam?"

Castiel glanced at the bed. "I believe he said something about tacos… and he told me to mention shopping to you. He did not explain why."

Dean climbed slowly out of bed. He was wearing only boxers and he suddenly felt very awkward with Castiel's eyes fixed on him. Dean hurried to grab clothes and rush into the bathroom. When he was changed, he opened the door to see Castiel staring at her own reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on the far wall. Dean could have sworn she looked sad.

"Something wrong, Cas?" He said, when her eyes remained fixed on the mirror.

"I had grown so accustomed to Jimmy Novak's image. I was fond of that vessel." She continued to stare at her reflection.

Dean searched for the right words to say. "Well, this new vessel isn't bad, Cas. In fact, I personally like it more than the last one." Dean stifled a laugh as he continued. Castiel didn't notice this. "It's different, but I'm sure you'll grow, uh, accustomed to it too. Hell, maybe you'll even like it." Dean finished.

Castiel finally tore her eyes away from the mirror. "Thank you, Dean." She walked away from the mirror until she was mere inches from Dean. "You are handling this situation well." She said.

Dean could feel her breath on his skin. "Cas, we've… uh, we've talked about this…" He didn't back away though. Her blue eyes seemed to hold him in place.

"Oh, yes." Castiel quickly stepped away from Dean. "Personal space. My apologies."

Dean exhaled and cleared his throat. A short "Yeah," was all he could manage. The inevitable attraction he felt for this vessel was going to be a major inconvenience.

Dean shook his head clear of these thoughts and remembered what Castiel had said earlier. "So shopping, you up for a trip, Cas?" Dean grabbed the Impala keys and opened the door.

Castiel looked extremely confused, but she followed him out the door. Once in the car, Castiel finally questioned their trip.

"Why are we going shopping?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to one side.

Dean gestured at the angel's clothes. "That crap you're wearing…" He said.

"What's wrong with these clothes?" Castiel said, looking down at herself.

Dean made a face that was supposed to imply disgust. "They're huge, Cas. It's like you're all clothes. You're going to attract weird attention walking around like that."

"Different clothes will not attract attention?" She asked.

With one glance at Castiel, Dean knew he couldn't lie. A girl that beautiful could hardly walk down the street without being hit on. "Oh, you'll attract attention."

COMING UP: Dean and Castiel go shopping. Cas gets hit on. Dean feels strangely protective…

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