RECAP: Dean and Sam slept. Sam ditched. Dean decided to take Castiel shopping. She needed "more normal" clothes.
In the Impala, Dean turned up the music and tried to avoid looking at the girl in the passenger's seat. This new vessel was going to take a long time to get used to. On their way into town, Dean had noticed several small stores on the main street and he figured at least one of them would have some decent clothes for Cas. He pulled to a stop in front of the first store.
"Let's just make this quick," Dean muttered with a sigh as he walked in the door and was hit with the sight of bright, floral clothes. Castiel followed him silently, taking in all the colors.
A young, attractive man greeted them brightly. "Can I help you… with anything?" He asked, his eyes remaining fixed on Castiel.
Dean rolled his eyes. "We're good," He said, steering the angel toward the other side of the store.
"If you need any help, just let me know!" The man called from behind them.
Dean muttered inaudible insults under his breath and began flipping through racks of clothes. "God, I have no idea what I'm doing. A little help, Cas?" He asked, holding up a shirt and looking at it in confusion.
Castiel shrugged and pulled several items of clothing off the racks. She held them up to Dean. "These look suitable."
Dean took a look at the clothes in her hand. They were all incredibly bland. A tan collared shirt. A black t-shirt. Dark pants. A long, grey coat.
"Jesus, Cas. You're worse at this than I am. I'm calling Sammy." Dean flipped open his phone. "Damn," He muttered. "No service… I'll go outside and call. You." He pointed at Castiel. "Stay here. Don't move." He lowered his voice. "And don't you dare go disappearing."
Castiel nodded slightly and Dean hurried out to call his brother.
"Sammy, hey," He said once Sam had answered.
"Dean… Aren't you supposed to be dressing up your angel?" Sam replied.
Dean looked at the sky in frustration. "Just listen, man. I can't put together anything. I need some help with this. Get over here, will you?"
Sam paused for a moment before speaking. "Dean, what makes you think that I'd be any better at picking out woman's clothing than you?"
"Dude!" Dean yelled at his phone. "You're basically a woman. We're on Main Street. Come on!"
Sam laughed. "Basically a woman?"
"I don't know… the hair," Dean mumbled.
"I'm a damn good brother." Sam said, hanging up the phone.
Dean slipped his phone into his pocket and headed back into the store. As he stepped in, he was hit with a surprising site.
The man, who had previously been hitting on the angel, was not lying on the ground at her feet holding his face. Blood was seeping through his hands. His nose appeared to be broken. Castiel was standing over him wearing a bright, yellow sundress.
"Holy shit," He said. "Cas, what did you do?"
"She freakin' punched me, that's what happened! I didn't even… She's just insane. I'm going to…"
"Hey, you, shut the hell up before I make you." Dean snapped at the man.
The man seemed to slink into the ground. He didn't speak.
Castiel finally spoke. "He placed his hands on me. I thought he was a demon. I reacted." She said shortly.
"A demon?" The injured man yelled. "What the hell?"
"Figuratively speaking…" Dean mumbled to silence him.
"Cas, how about we, uh, talk about this somewhere else? Okay, come on. We'll just…" Dean grabbed a handful of dark t-shirts and several pairs of jeans. He laid a generous amount of money next to the store clerk and led Castiel towards the door. "We'll go," He finished, pushing the angel out the door and following her.
Back in the Impala, Dean made a quick call to Sam, explaining everything and then turned to questioning Castiel. "Alright, tell me what happened…" He said.
Castiel, who was still wearing the dress, answered honestly. "He approached me with an article of clothing and asked me to try it on. I protested but he continued to talk so I changed in a small room he directed me to. Afterwards, he began talking about how beautiful I looked." Castiel looked out the window uncomfortably.
Dean waited for her to continue but when she didn't, he pressed on. "You hit the guy because he said you looked beautiful?"
"I hit him because he attempted to kiss me." Castiel said blankly.
Dean raised his eyebrows. "Oh." He said, looking over at the angel. She did look good in that dress. He shook his head and tried to erase any thoughts of Castiel's current vessel.
"I am sorry to cause inconvenience to you." She said after Dean didn't reply.
"No, Cas. It's okay. It's good you punched him. I mean, he wasn't a demon, but hell, he deserved that. Freakin' perv…" He muttered.
Dean found himself again thinking again of how Castiel looked in the sundress. Who's the perv now? He thought, smiling slightly.
"Any man that tries to make sexual advances towards me should be attacked?" She asked, interrupting his thoughts and tilting her head to the side. "Is that a normal response?"
Dean found himself laughing at how ignorant Castiel could be. "No, Cas… It's not. Don't… Well, don't punch any guy who does that. Just the ones you don't want touching you."
"I don't want any of them touching me." She said darkly.
"Then punch all of them." Dean said, grinning and reaching to crank up the music. He couldn't help but feel pleased. The thought of Castiel with random men was particularly disturbing.
COMING UP: Gabriel.