- You want to look pretty for your prince Charming? – asked thoughtfully Balthazar.

Castiel looked up at his brother, as if he wanted to ask something, but then decided against it and simply nodded.

- Hm. That infernal coat of yours will have to go.

Castiel looked down doubtfully at object in question.

- What’s wrong with it?

- It gives you this whole creepy dude in a trench coat feel. Either that or John Constantine, which is cool enough, but works only when you smite the hell out of something.

- Oh.

- We need something fresh. New look. M-mm, you know what, let’s go shopping! It’s going to be awesome, - decided Balthazar. – Just you and me. You will look around, relax, find something you like, I will help you if you will make any mistakes. What do you say, Cassie?

- Dean will like that new look?

- You will knock him out, gorgeous, - promised angel.

Cas seriously nodded.

***

half an hour later

Balthazar cleared his throat.

- Guess you did listen to me, - he said carefully.

- It’s blue, - said proudly Castiel, no noticing sarcasm in his brother voice. - Brings out my vessel’s eyes.

- It certainly does that. Can I ask you a question, sweetie?

- Of course.

- Why this?

- You don’t like it? – caught on Castiel, looking disappointed at new clothes he was wearing.

- It’s not that I don’t like it. Actually love the slit and that grey belt - gorgeous. But it’s not about me and you, it’s about you and your righteous jackass.

- Dean won’t like it?

Angel shook his head.

- It’s not that either.

- I do not understand.

- You think I do?! Look, bro, humans are weird little monkeys. Just…. Let’s go with men clothes this time.

Castiel cocked his head to the side. Balthazar sighed.

- Trust me on that one.