Not about the skirt, of course; the skirt didn't fit, though Castiel kept it as an option; they were completely wrong about Harry Potter. Castiel did know what it was, and nothing gave him more pleasure than standing in front of the mirror, cloak wrapped around him, and scowling into it to declare, "Expelliarmus!"
Never mind that most of the spells in the books were things Cas could do normally. Never mind that that world's magic paled in comparison to his own. That wasn't the exciting part.
The exciting part was being plucked out of your daily, fish-out-of-water, misunderstood life and being placed in a world where you finally, completely belonged. Castiel was the Angel Who Lived, and he liked to dress the part.
It was a harmless indulgence, of course... until it started to bleed over into real life. And Dean and Sam started to notice.
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Not about the skirt, of course; the skirt didn't fit, though Castiel kept it as an option; they were completely wrong about Harry Potter. Castiel did know what it was, and nothing gave him more pleasure than standing in front of the mirror, cloak wrapped around him, and scowling into it to declare, "Expelliarmus!"
Never mind that most of the spells in the books were things Cas could do normally. Never mind that that world's magic paled in comparison to his own. That wasn't the exciting part.
The exciting part was being plucked out of your daily, fish-out-of-water, misunderstood life and being placed in a world where you finally, completely belonged. Castiel was the Angel Who Lived, and he liked to dress the part.
It was a harmless indulgence, of course... until it started to bleed over into real life. And Dean and Sam started to notice.