Back at their current motel, Dean pondered where they went wrong in this shopping trip. He should have better explained the purpose behind the trip. The angel was supposed choose something that could be worn on more than just the day where children went around begging for candy.

And, as an Angel of the Lord, wasn’t he supposed to against pointy red horns and pitchforks…

“This outfit is appealing, yes?” Castiel’s question jolts Dean out of his thoughts and brings him back to the present situation. One in which angels thinks costumes are appropriate everyday dress.

The hunter glances around the room only to find one member of Team Free Will is decidedly missing. “Where’s Sam?”

“Out.” Dean groans. That lucky bastard. “I didn’t think he’d like to be around for this next part.”