Castiel looked over the garment, puzzled. Dean was wrong, he had seen people out in such outfits before. Not all the time, of course - but he was certain he'd seen such an outfit on several people Dean's age in Atlanta several times. Besides, it had a tan-yellowish band around the collar, not the tan of the trench coat, but close enough. It matched his shirt and pants as well - although it seemed that there was more than just the cloak on the hanger.

"Dude." Sam said under his breath to Dean as they walked up to register, looking back to see the angel studying the garment with rapt attention. "I don't think he knows what Harry Potter is."

"Shut up, Sam." Dean grinned. "Besides, odds are, that skirt's not going to fit him."