“Cas? What…what are you doing?”
Cas turned from the mirror and looked at you with look you had never seen him make before; raised eyebrows and a subtle nod, and he popped the collar of the leather jacket with his hands in a quick movement.
“Well? What do you think?” He asked, his jaw still clenched like a plastic ken doll.
“What do I…? I think, um, Cas? You look like Dean.”
“Good,” he said, looking down at himself and smiling like an idiot.
“Yes,” he replied matter of factly. “I’m a hunter now, Y/N. It’s about time I started dressing like one. At least, that’s what Dean told me, anyway.”