Ahaha, and Cas can throw fastballs, but much prefers his curveball, which starts out high and mighty but breaks low and in.
Maybe he would secretly cheer for the Angels, but feel the need to go to games heavily incognito, in case his brothers and sisters have had the same revelation about the wonder of baseball.
"Dude," says Dean, surveying Cas's outfit, which starts with red socks and shorts and culminates in a white cap with a haloed capital A.
"I thought it best to blend in. It's possible someone might recognize my vessel. The lady at the store assured me this disguise would serve my purpose."
Sam snorts. "We had to get the rebel angel with no fashion sense." He peers closer. "Isn't it weird to be wearing a halo on your forehead?"
"Sam, I've explained how the expression of my metaphysical form--"
"Oh for chrissakes," says Dean. "Sam, go get the car. Cas, if you want to blend in with humanity, the first thing you learn is that no one wears fucking red shorts with crew socks."
Dean hears Sam choke while grabbing the keys and opening the door, and thinks he hears the breath expelled as a laugh as soon as the door closes behind him. He turns back to survey the angel, shakes his head, and gets to work.
(And Cas and Christopher Lloyd! He'll finally understand why Dean keeps talking about Deloreans, and Lloyd will find all sorts of ways to convince him to use his powers for mischief and it will be good.)
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Maybe he would secretly cheer for the Angels, but feel the need to go to games heavily incognito, in case his brothers and sisters have had the same revelation about the wonder of baseball.
"Dude," says Dean, surveying Cas's outfit, which starts with red socks and shorts and culminates in a white cap with a haloed capital A.
"I thought it best to blend in. It's possible someone might recognize my vessel. The lady at the store assured me this disguise would serve my purpose."
Sam snorts. "We had to get the rebel angel with no fashion sense." He peers closer. "Isn't it weird to be wearing a halo on your forehead?"
"Sam, I've explained how the expression of my metaphysical form--"
"Oh for chrissakes," says Dean. "Sam, go get the car. Cas, if you want to blend in with humanity, the first thing you learn is that no one wears fucking red shorts with crew socks."
Dean hears Sam choke while grabbing the keys and opening the door, and thinks he hears the breath expelled as a laugh as soon as the door closes behind him. He turns back to survey the angel, shakes his head, and gets to work.
(And Cas and Christopher Lloyd! He'll finally understand why Dean keeps talking about Deloreans, and Lloyd will find all sorts of ways to convince him to use his powers for mischief and it will be good.)