Cas stared at Dean. Dean had on the 16th cowboy hat he’d tried that day, and even with his angelic patience, Cas was tired. All these hats looked the same to him, but Dean had been excitedly babbling about brim size and colors all day (Dean had made some joke about there being 50 shades on display, but Cas had ignored the reference). He loved seeing Dean enjoy his retirement, and he knew that trying on cowboy-themed regalia made Dean happy, but if he was honest? He preferred seeing Dean without anything covering his dirty blonde hair or blocking the sun from shining off of his emerald green eyes. But he couldn’t say that; Dean liked these silly hats. So instead?
“I think that hat is the best one so far,” Cas said. After all, a little white lie never hurt anyone.