Imagine Cas finding out it was you who stole his trenchcoat
Cas looked around the bunker frantically, moving everything around, making the place a mess, he threw things on the floor, smashing them, but he didn't care he needed to find it. He didn't understand how he could have lost it, he'd only took it off for a few moments. Cas didn't notice Dean walking in a jumped slightly when he said his name.
"Cas! What're you doing?" He frowned, looking around at the mess.
"I can't find it, Dean" Cas stopped, turning toward Dean.
"Can't find what?" Dean asked, puzzled.
"My trenchcoat, Dean, it's just gone."
"Well, I'm sure you can find it without wrecking the entire bunker, Cas, it has to be somewhere" Dean looked around again then back at Cas, who was looking more and more distressed by the second.
You walked in sleepily after your nap, rubbing a hand through your hair. You looked over at the two boys who were both staring at you in disbelief, you raised an eyebrow questionably.
"Cas has trashed this whole place looking for that, Y/N" Dean looked kinda angry.
You were even more confused for a second then you looked down, realising you were in Castiel's trenchcoat. You'd borrowed it earlier because you were cold and had no more warm clothes, you intended to give it back as soon as Cas came back to the bunker but you fell asleep. "Sorry?" you said quietly, you felt bad.
Castiel walked closer to you "It's okay, Y/N, it looks good on you, you look beautiful in it." He smiled, unable to resist the urge to stroke your cheek, you leaned into his soft touch, smiling.
"Thank you, Cas" you giggled, blushing.
"Guys.. No Chick Flick moments, how many times do I have to say?!" Dean groaned, making you and Cas roll your eyes.
