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Ordinary Civillians

As soon as the three of you cease the seemingly never ending road trip from Minnesota to California - a straight drive, with Dean at the wheel, regardless of where the sun sits on the horizon - Dean had gone into the apartment block to negotiate the prices. Meaning you were left with Cas duty, or as you saw it, stay out of sight and change into less suspicious clothes that wouldn't make the local demons and nosy neighbours notice you.

Translation: ten minutes alone with Cas and many attempts to get him dressed into Dean's older shirts and pants to pass as a normal low-wage worker in today's society.

"This is good," you smiled

"No, this is very large," Cas frowned at the slacks he had just put on, "Are you sure this is how to stay out of view? These clothes are surely going to get us all found out."

"No, it's the fashion these days. Kinda like tunics on men and women two thousand years ago. "You shrugged. "Most guys these days around here wear too-big pants, Cas. It'll be okay. But the suit and tie are nice, you can keep them. Might need them for something later."

"Fine," He frowned, looking over your change of clothes - from beat up plaid shirt to a secondhand cute off-white blouse picked up at a thrift shop with a narrow blue pencil skirt. "How are you blending in with that?"

You laughed. "Heck, Cas, I'd never wear this unless I was working in the...I don't know, a really highly paid job," you paused, fixing the skirt, "anyone who knows me personally or even a little bit at all won't look for me in clothes that need ironing."

Cas nodded. "I sense Dean has fixed an appropriate price for the living area." He frowned, and added, gathering a bundle from the seat beside him, "you may borrow my vessel's trench coat if you wish, ______."

You grinned. "Really?"

At that, Cas evaporated, leaving you to shrug on the beige piece of clothing.

"Cool," you whisperer to yourself in the rearview mirror, looking at your reflection.

But almost as soon as he was gone, it seemed he and Dean had returned by foot, keys in hand.

"You're back! Is it settled?"

"_______," Dean smiled, kissing your brow as you got out of the Impala. "The landlord just wants to meet both of us, because apparently, the main relationship couple in a shared apartment are priority rather than two who aren't."

You nodded. "I'm bringing the demon knife, though..." you let the hilt peek out of the coat sleeve. "...and a flask of holy water. Would an angel blade be too much as well?"

Dean nodded, crinkling his eyes as if to say, yeah, just a bit.

"So," you scuffed your shoes against the pavement, "Which floor have we scored?"

Dean's grin turned goofy. "Third. From ground level."

You mussed his hair and laid a kiss on his nose. "We're like ordinary civilians now, Dean," you bubbled. "I'll get back to normal, Cas gets down time and you get a deserved rest."

"_______ -," Dean interjected.

"I know," you winced, standing tall, ready to meet your new landlord and possibly a new threat. "Time to meet the landlord. Hope he's nice."