you walk into the kitchen where castiel was sat. you walked over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water.

cas looked up at you from his book. “good morning” he says with a small smile, but then he sees your shirt. his brows furrow and he looks confused.

the shirt had a collage of different pictures of cas on it, his name written across the top. “is that my face? on your shirt?” he asks, setting his book down and standing up to get a better look.