Supernatural Stories

Random Destiel

This was going to be a long evening, Castiel could tell. His social skills had improved over the years, it was true, but they were still . . . questionable at times. Testing them at a large social gathering for several hours this evening didn't seem like the best idea. However, Cas had little choice. Sam and Dean were going after the owner of a particular artifact at a gala, and Cas was there for backup, should the brothers need it. The angel was in his room in the bunker getting ready to leave. Apparently, this function required clothes even nicer than the white button-down shirt, dress pants and shoes, jacket, and tie that Castiel normally wore, so Dean had pulled together the bits of a tuxedo for him.

Cas inspected himself in the mirror, smoothing the front of the shirt. Why were there pleats in it? They served no practical purpose, so why on Earth were they there? Then, there was this thing called a cummerbund, whose function was a complete mystery to the angel. He shook his head. Humans and their clothing. Continuously baffling. And apparently the cuffs of the shirt were supposed to stick out from the jacket sleeves a little, for some unexplained reason. Did people think ill-fitting clothing a statement? The jacket was similar enough to Castiel's normal jacket, which was a comforting fact. It was a tad tight around the underarms, but not unbearably so. The whole ensemble did look good, Cas had decided. The black and white was clean and crisp, the ironed fabrics giving an even sharper edge to the look. He could see why this was considered formal wear.

Cas grabbed the black bowtie that would complete the outfit and headed out towards the common room where he would meet the brothers. He did his best to fasten the bowtie around his collar as he walked. Sam was sitting at one of the tables when the angel appeared.

"Hey," he said. He was also dressed in a tuxedo.

"Hey," Cas returned, searching for something so say. "You, um, look nice."

Sam smirked. "Thanks, you too."

Cas glanced down at himself, proud. "Thank you." He smiled and sat down opposite Sam.

They sat there in silence for several seconds until Sam put a hand to his forehead.

"Oh, hang on," he said, standing. Cas immediately sat up, curious if he could help at all.

"What is it?" he asked.

Sam buttoned his jacket. "What? Oh, it's nothing. I just need to get the address and tickets from my room," he replied. "Kind of important."

Cas nodded. Those were important. He relaxed back into his chair, hearing Sam's footsteps approach the doorway leading to their rooms. Castiel heard him greet Dean on the way.

"Hey, Cas," came Dean's voice from behind the angel.

Cas turned in his seat to greet him. He looked good. Castiel had never seen him dressed like this. Part of him suddenly wished it would happen more often. "Hello."

Dean smiled at him, glancing over his entire person. "Well, you do clean up nice," he said, taking the chair recently vacated by Sam. "I--you look good."

For whatever reason, that compliment felt extra good coming from Dean. "Thank you," Cas smiled. "The same to you."

"Your hair's still . . . you, though," Dean said, rubbing his chin.

What did that mean? Cas put a hand to his head, smoothing his hair in an attempt to better its appearance. "Is that better?"

Dean nodded eventually. "Yeah. I mean it's not a bad thing to have hair with some personality." He smirked. "Promise you'll stay on task tonight. Not gonna get swarmed by the ladies and get distracted, right?"

Cas shook his head. "No, I won't." He was not easily distracted. Besides, his task was protecting Sam and Dean. Nothing at the gala was more important than that. He noticed Dean's eyes narrow, staring not quite at his face. "What?"