Summer. That meant ice-cream, beach-towels, water and cool beverages on ice! Well, if you were into that kinda stuff. As a hunter you didn’t get a lot of vacation: a nice trip to the beach often turned out to be a full-sized investigation and monster-hunt, so you decided to spend your free time in an other way.
It wasn’t spectacular what you did. A walk in the park, a dip in the lake (if one was around) or just go stargazing on the hood of the Impala –it was something different every time. Whatever fun your surroundings allowed.
Today, you’d grabbed your favourite trench-coated angel and took him out on (what you called) an old-fashioned field trip: raiding thrift shop after thrift shop. It all started after you’d announced you needed new sunglasses, but ended in the chain-shopping event of the year.
Castiël didn’t quite understand the principle of wanting to buy other people’s junk, but you figured he’d warm up to the idea once you’d gotten started.
A smile crawled onto your face, your gaze gliding across the eyes of your reflection –these glasses looked fabulous on you! It was the fifth pair you’d tried in this shop, but you were nowhere near stopping yet. A quick glance in the mirror showed you Castiël was standing behind you, trying on a silly pink beach hat. The frown on his face said more than words ever could –he had absolutely no idea what he was doing.
The angel looked at himself in the mirror, eyes narrowing. This was silly, but if humans did it, there had to be some purpose to it. Hesitantly, he reached for a Hawaiian flower necklace and put it around his neck. He’d seen a few men on TV wear it, but found it didn’t quite suit him as well.
The dull colour of his coat contrasted hugely with the bright pink of his hat and the lively flowers around his neck, which made Cas look kind of like a carnie on crack. All this, accompanied by that angry/confused look on his face, made you giggle.
Castiël turned to look at you, the flap of the hat obscuring his view slightly. “Is this not how you do it?” the angel asked, quickly removing the headpiece in the fear of having worn it incorrectly. He saw how you started wearing several things, so he just figured that...what if he was wrong? Cas swallowed hard and waited for your reply.
Your light chuckle relished the angel –it gave him a relieved feeling that he hadn’t made a fool of himself yet. “No, no,” you took the hat from his hands and placed it atop your head, smiling, “You did it perfectly.”
After examining yourself with the hat for a while, you found the price tag dangling from the side and nearly squealed, “Just 30 cents!” Overflowing with joy, you turned to your winged friend and grinned, “Thanks Cas, I’ll take it!”
For a mere second the angel fell silent, feeling a warm sensation as your lips pecked against his cheek. It was odd, nearly terrifying that he felt so happy because of this. Butterflies. There was no better way to describe the feeling in his stomach. The confusion passed quickly, though –you hadn’t noticed.
“You are most welcome, (Y/n),” he said, a tiny smile of appreciation gracing his lips.
“Now we just have to find something for you!” you exclaimed and grabbed a hold of his hand.
After ditching the Hawaiian necklace back where he’d found it, you both dove into the trinket box by the entrance in search of something nice for your angel.
Your hand lunged deep into your shopping bag, pulling our the pink beach hat. After all, you’d bought it to wear it –it would be a shame if you didn’t make good use of it. Having placed it on your head, you looked up at the bright sun shining above you. It was still early, so you might grab a drink somewhere with Castiël. That is, if he could behave a little in public.
As you were crossing a stone bridge over water, he turned to you and stared for a while. You didn’t know what was up, until he spoke: “That hat looks much better on you than it did on me,” Cas’ deep voice grunted.
When you turned, you met with the biggest, brightest butterfly sunglasses you’d found in the trinket box –firmly planted on Castiël’s nose. Seeing your vibrant smile appear, the angel laughed slightly and -like Dean had suggested he should do- put an arm around your shoulder.
Laughing, your head fell in your neck slightly. Your own arm found its way around the angel’s form, gently resting on his back. “And you have very pretty eyes, Cassie.” Head leaning against his shoulder, you continued your way.
“I don’t understand, how can you see them behind these glasses?”
Oh, Castiël. You funny little angel.
While your way continued, you reflected on how things had gone. All in all, considering how awkward Castiël was, this was a successful little field trip. After today, you’d surely spend more quality time with him. Of course, hunting brought you together and was a daily activity, but it was summer and everyone -even angels- deserve a vacation. Not to mention those glasses simply looked smashing on him. He wore butterflies like no man could.