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Castiel throws aside a shirt as he digs through his closet for something suitable to wear. Trying to remember what he had seen the other kids were wearing. And frowning even more as he pulls out some button up shirts, sweaters, and jackets. Throwing them all out onto his floor into a big pile with an exasperated huff. Nothing he pulls out seems to fit for something as casual as a party, especially a party for teenagers.
"Did you let an old woman pick out your clothes Cassie?" Gabriel snarks from where he sits on the bed behind him. His cheek stuffed with a lollipop and his lips turned up into a smirk as he picks one of the many sweaters from the pile. Waving it at me as he wiggles his brows teasingly.
"You're supposed to be helping me pick something out Gabriel. Not making fun of my wardrobe." Castiel says as he comes back out of the closet with a black button up and some matching black slacks. Walking over to the mirror and looking himself over with a frown tugging at his lips.
"How's this?" he asks as he turns back to his brother with a raised brow. Gabriel only flicking his eyes over him once very quickly. He shrugs, switching the lollipop to his other cheek.
"I'm starting to think you aren't all that good at this." Gabriel laughs, getting up and tossing the stick to the sucker into the trash with another smirk. Castiel sighs, giving his brother a slight glare as he turns back to look into the mirror again.
"Stay here. I'll be back." Gabriel says as he disappears from the room quickly. Making Castiel sigh as he looks over himself once more. Not pleased with what he sees either, but at least it was better than the last five he had tried on. He walks back over to the bed and sits down, pulling the flier he had taken from Lucifer earlier that day out of his bag. Wondering if Dean would even be there tonight like those two girls had said.
"Here." Gabriel smiles, tossing a dark blue pair of jeans and a black t shirt over to him. Castiel jumping and catching them both as he stands up and looks them over. "These are Michael's. I'm not going to wear these." Castiel huffs, tossing them back and shaking his head at his brother. Watching Gabriel only roll his eyes as he throws them onto his bed instead.
"You are going to wear them if you want into that party." He sasses, rolling his eyes back at me and pointing to the clothes again. "Put them on before you are late. Michael won't even notice they are gone." Gabriel winks, throwing him keys and a jacket as he turns to leave my room.
"Assbutt." Castiel grumbles, looking down to the outfit his brother had picked. Picking them quickly and slipping on the shirt and jeans easily. The clothes fitting almost as good as his own would, considering Michael was almost the same size as he. Castiel walks back over to look into the mirror one more time.
He had to admit that he didn't look all that bad, aside from the shirt hugging his torso a little tighter than he liked…he looked like any other teenage kid that was going to make questionable choices.
Castiel takes a deep breath in, smooth's out his shirt, and turns back to grab the jacket and keys from his bed. Wanting to leave before Michael is done with his call to mother.
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Castiel somehow manages to sneak out of the house without anyone but Gabriel noticing him. Which makes him think that Gabriel was covering for him in some way so he could get out. And receiving a knowing smirk and a thumbs up from his brother through the large front windows as Castiel drives off. Putting the address he had on the flier into his GPS. And frowning slightly as he pulls up to a smaller brick house exactly ten minutes later. Watching the teens outside of the house talk and smile at each other happily. The same music Anna had on the radio a couple days before blasting from inside of the house when he parks and steps out of the car.
A few eyes on him as he walks up to the house, pushing past a few people carefully to get inside. And jumping back as a red cup is shoved toward his chest by a smiling teen. Castiel frowning back at him and pushing his way in past the boy and dancing bodies. Sniffing the liquid inside of the cup he holds with a frown. Making a face at the tangy scent inside as he sets it down on a close table. Looking around the room and through all of the people to see if he can spot anyone familiar. Slightly overwhelmed by what he feels and hears from all of the people crammed into such a small house.
Castiel pushes his way through a few other dancing bodies as he makes his way back to the kitchen. Scanning over the many teens in the kitchen and through out the back yard. Cups, drinks, and food of all kinds spread through out the kitchen. A pool lit up and full of laughing people through the sliding back door, more cups scattered throughout the yard along with trash and more people. Castiel's eyes catch almost immediately on some dirty blonde hair and green eyes when he turns back around. Power crawling up his spine as he moves forward quickly to try and grab Dean. A girl pushing in front of him with a smile on her lips, and another kid bumping into him as he hurries into the kitchen yelling some kind of profanity.
Castiel growls softly as he pushes past them both quickly. His eyes flicking around once more as he tries to pinpoint where Dean had gone. Now switching to finding his thoughts instead. But regretting that when all he gets are hundreds of other one's from around him. Castiel grunts softly and shakes his head a bit as if that will get the thoughts out.
Pushing forward through more of the teens in hopes of running into Dean. And catching a glimpse of blonde hair down the hall off to the side of the kitchen. Castiel turning and walking that way briskly, his eyes flashing blue in the darker hallway. Less of the humans residing down this hall as he moves through it. Making using his power easier than it was before.
Castiel let's himself use the smallest amount of power to try and see where Dean had gone. But pulls it back just as quickly as he is met with a stronger presence. Stopping in shock just as someone comes around the corner and bumps into him, cold liquid splashing up over Castiel's shirt.
"Aw, shit… sorry. I wasn’t paying any attention to where I was going." he hears the boy say quickly as he wipes at Castiel's chest quickly. Castiel now staring down at those green eyes and blonde hair.
He had found Dean.
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