How (thanks to Gabriel) Dean and Castiel raised each other (and Sam)

Chapter 14- Thursdays Child

Chapter Fourteen

"I already have clothes." Castiel protested as Sam once more tried to cajole him into the Target.

"You can't just wear Dean's stuff, man." Sam rubbed his forehead as if he had a headache oncoming. "You're your own person. Got to have stuff you like."

"I like my clothes." He muttered, but got out. Wearing Dean's clothes indefinitely was apparently not an option according to both Sam and Dean, so he should give into the inevitable.

"We can get you similar stuff, if you want." Sam put a companionable arm around his shoulders. Cynically, Castiel wondered if it was to keep him from running off. "But you might like other things too."

The Target aisles offered a boggling amount of choice. Sam had claimed a cart, leaning his large frame over the top as they pushed through children's and women's to reach the men's clothing. Castiel looked at the rows, hunching his shoulders further over.

"Ok." Sam glanced at him. "Well. What colors do you like?"

"I don't-" He started then stopped. Of course he had preferences. What was the point of hiding them now? "Dark green. Blues. Browns."

"Natural tones, cool. That's easy."

"I would prefer things that are warm." He pushed into the racks with more confidence than he felt. "And soft."

"Warm, soft, natural colors." Sam grinned. "You really are a Winchester."

"That is what it says on my driver's license."

Dean had produced the license (with an admonition that he wasn't to use it to actually drive), along with a number of fake ids and credit cards that morning. He'd instructed Sam to 'get the angel some of his own damn clothes, then come to that address I gave you'. Apparently Dean's grand plan would be revealed that afternoon. He'd been cagey about the whole thing, responding to questions with only a tight smile and assurances that all would make sense in the end.

"Here." Sam put a sweater into Castiel's hands. It a dusky blue and soft as the inside of a new sweatshirt. "Try it on. You can just pull it on over your t-shirt, no one will care."

Reluctantly, Castiel pulled the sweater on. It had a v-neck and settled over his skin with a promising cling. The sleeves were a little long on him, enough that he could pull the fabric easily over his knuckles.

"I like this." He decided and Sam piled two more into the cart in different colors. T-shirts were simple, more v-necks in a variety of colors without graphics of any kind. He liked the simplicity of them. With a laugh, Sam had offered up some plaid and while Castiel obligingly tried it on, he found it too busy for his taste.

"Ok. Pants." Sam turned on the racks of jeans and slacks. "I have no idea what size you are. So let's grab a few and see what fits, ok?"

"If we must."

The dressing room was a horrendous experience. The small room with it's easily jarred door and distorted mirror sent Castiel's heart racing. He was grateful to escape to show Sam one fit or another until one finally won out as his actual size.

"You're thinner than both of us." Sam commented absently through the thin door. "I always think of you as being so huge, you know?"

"No." Castiel tugged Dean's jeans back on. Now that he had tried on a pair that fit, he could see how poorly Dean's clothing actually sat on him. The jeans were too generous at the waist and worn in places where the fabric barely pulled on him.

"Yeah, never mind then. We can get you a few pairs of jeans."

"I would like some khaki's as well."