Cas looked at the sleeves, they hung over his fingers instead of his wrists like they did on Dean. "Dean, this shirt is flawed." Dean looked over and laughed, reaching out to cuff them a big. "Nah, my clothes are just a little too big for you. Don't worry, we'll get you some new clothes, man. There's a goodwill up the street from here." Cas nodded. "Dean?" Dean raised his brows and hummed. "I enjoy the clothing you wear. Can we buy similar ones for me?" Dean smirked and nodded, almost bashful.
Such adorable fluff in my ask. It’s too late for these feels!