"I'm not quite sure I understand." Castiel says, in that deadpan tone of his, but his expression betrays his confusion. His blue eyes dart between the fluffy plushie in his hands, and then to you. He does this about four times before pursing his lips. "You say this... looks like me. It does not."

He looks entirely baffled over the fact you gave him a beanie baby of an owl. To you, it was almost a tradition by now, gifting the people close to you plushies of animals that reminded you of them; Dean was a German shepherd, Sam was a moose.

"It is a bird. A stuffed toy of a bird. How can that remotely be like me?" Castiel had already spent almost a year on Earth, but he still struggled with humankind and their customs (he still hardly understood the references Dean made).