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Castiel took the bag that Gabriel had brought him and went to have a 'shower', though in truth he just turned the water on and stood there watching it for an acceptable amount of time. Of course he had no idea how long a shower should take but he decided to go on the length of time that Dean had spent in the bathroom the previous evening.

Once enough time had elapsed he cut off the water and pulled out the new clothes his brother had brought him. He frowned at the new leg wrappings, pants he reminded himself. He must remember to call them pants. These ones where made of some denim dark but that wasn't what made Castiel frown. No it was the fact that they seemed very small. He did not believe they would fit him and if they did they would be very tight. His brother must have picked up the wrong size, with a sigh Castiel flew off to the nearest store that sold this brand and exchanged them for a pair which looked to be more comfortable on him. And by exchange I mean literally exchange. He found the right size and took them, leaving the smaller ones on the hanger in there steed before returning to the bathroom and putting them on.

He then went back into the bag to find a top. He pulled out a black t-shirt, which again looked like it would be a tight fit but this time it wasn't the size which made him frown but what was on the front.

It was a human depiction of an angel wearing a trench coat and said underneath, "Yes it did hurt when I fell, now ask me how you can make it better." He did not think this was appropriate. And he knew that Gabriel had done it on purpose. His brother was having fun at his expense and he did not appreciate it. With that thought he flew off once more to go and find a suitable top to wear. Finding a store which had shirts in, he 'exchanged' the one that Gabriel had given him for a simple soft light blue button down. Once more returning to the bathroom he put it on and looked himself in the mirror. Yes he looked clean and human but something wasn't quite right. Thinking back to how Dean looked when he came out of the shower the previous evening he shook his head and when he looked back at the mirror his hair was now damp from his 'shower'. Yes he would do very nicely he decided and with that he collected up his bag and went out to join Dean in the sleeping room of the motel.

Dean was lying back on his bed having already got himself dressed wondering what the hell was taking Cas so long. Damn he was in the bathroom almost as long as Sam, and his brother at least had the excuse of grooming his flowing locks.

Though thinking about his brother he realised what could be taking the time. If he had been Gabriel and Sam had asked him to bring him some stuff he would have chosen the ugliest, most goofy things he could find and put them on the top of the bag. Of course he would have put some decent stuff in as well, he wasn't that mean, but he would make sure that Sammy had to look for it. Maybe that was what Gabriel had done too. He looked the kind who liked a good prank. Just as he was pondering getting up and knocking on the door to see if Cas was alright it opened to reveal his new companion. And damn, Dean had to swallow hard before he could make his voice work properly. Cas was standing there, with his hair a damp mess from the shower as if he had just run the towel over it and nothing else. He was wearing reasonably well fitting jeans and a light blue button down which he hadn't thank fully, or not so thankfully depending on your frame of mind, tucked into his jeans so the tails hung around his hips and crotch, which Dean was not going to look at. No way. He did not, could not have feelings for this guy. It just wasn't possible, no matter how hot he looked right now. He was completely innocent and Dean refused to betray his trust. No he had to stop thinking about him like that. Think of him as Sammy. That's it. Think of him like another brother, who he was looking after and helping understand the world. Just another brother. Albeit a very cute one.

"Alright Cas, looking good." Dean said with a fake cheery smile on his face as he inwardly groaned at the words leaving his lips. Brother, he's a brother. He chanted in his head.

"You thinks so?" Castiel asked tilting his head to side. He had chosen these clothes for comfort and to 'fit in' to humanity. Not for their aesthetics.

"Yeah sure. So umm. Breakfast?" Dean asked changing the subject as quickly as he could damn that cute little head tilt thing. BROTHER.

"Of course Dean." Castiel replied grabbing his trench coat and put it on before following Dean out of the room with their bags so they could be on the road as soon as they had finished in the diner.

At breakfast Castiel once again ordered the same as Dean and the man sighed in frustration. How was he to find out what Cas liked if he only ate the same as Dean?

"Cas, why'd you always order the same as me?" he asked after trying to think of a subtle way of saying it and coming up with nothing.

"Because I like the same food?" Castiel replied, trying to make it sound like a statement but it came out as a question.

"Don't you know what you like on the menu?" Dean asked gently. He wasn't sure just what the missing memory thing entailed, after all he had only met the guy like yesterday.

"I do not know what any of it is." Castiel finally replied with a sigh realising he was going to have to tell Dean the truth.

"Okay." Dean said somewhat shocked by that but it did get his brain working. "This is what we'll do. I'll order you something different from the menu at each meal and if you don't like it, I'll have it and you can have what I get." He suggested, he knew Cas liked burgers and they were practically the things Dean lived of on the road so that should be fine.

"Very well Dean." Castiel replied. He didn't need to eat, but he supposed if he was going to while he was here he might as well try as much different things as possible.

"Awesome." Dean said as the waitress put down bacon pancakes for them both and he dived in. though his obsession with his own food didn't stop him from watching Cas out of the corner of his eye trying the bacon for the first time. He saw the man's eyes widen with joy as he chewed, studying the meat on his fork then return for another bite. Yep Dean thought. He definitely likes the bacon. Chalk that one up in the likes column.