"There is nothing wrong with the trenchcoat," Castiel huffs, more fond of it than the tweed blazer but now more than aware that in the classroom setting, makes the wrong impression. That impression being one of a potential flasher.
He peels off the blazer, glad of being relatively impervious (when well) to the elements as he stands in his charcoal slacks and lavender sweater vest.
"This is a little exciting, isn't it? We haven't hunted together in quite some time."
While Castiel does his part to watch over the city, the irony is not lost on him that so much of his time has been taken up with domestic pursuits in addition to his teaching. He can only imagine what his superiors would think of him now.
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Date: 2014-11-20 10:29 pm (UTC)He peels off the blazer, glad of being relatively impervious (when well) to the elements as he stands in his charcoal slacks and lavender sweater vest.
"This is a little exciting, isn't it? We haven't hunted together in quite some time."
While Castiel does his part to watch over the city, the irony is not lost on him that so much of his time has been taken up with domestic pursuits in addition to his teaching. He can only imagine what his superiors would think of him now.