"Yeah," says Dean, "Okay." Still, it's a moment more before he opens the door to stare at Cas with wide, earnest eyes. "You got a pocket square," he says, smiling faintly. His own breast pocket holds the ring, and he'd have only fucked it up if he'd tried one of those anyway, but it looks nice on Cas.

"And your hair's all - " Dean waves a hand. "Smooth."