the sun kissed the sky.
Castiel had fled from their hotel room early that morning, very early. Before the sun hit the horizon to go to a small store on the other end of town that might hold clothes for him that weren't just t-shirts and old torn apart jeans that belonged to Dean. As much as he did enjoy having his scent with him everywhere he went.
He was gone until noon. Not understanding why his phone would buzz and then power down and knowing simultaneously that someone was trying to reach him.
At 2pm he knocked on the hotel room that Dean locked for privacy. He explained to him early on that most humans didn't enjoy seeing an arsenal of weapons and spray painted sigils in a room that was being rented.
He was standing dressed in a crisp and far less tired coat and a gray suit beneath. They were out of the navy in his size and although they thought they might be able to tailor one to him Cas was feeling overwhelmed by the people deciding to touch him without his consent (and in sense feeling as if he were betraying Dean) and just exchanged it for one of his size. His phone buzzed and powered down again and he sighed.