You're getting looks.

Gabriel has just teleported you to a seat with the crew because his attempts of messing with the waiter you were talking to backfired when you found the fumbling he caused the poor worker to go through to be amusing. It made you laugh instead of turned off from the poor person.

"Gabriel, what the hell?"

He smiles. Leaning back, arms crossed lightly and feeling a twinge of betrayal.

"What? Just saving you from heartbreak, sweetheart. You were mere seconds away from running off with your new bestie."

You raise a brow at Gabriel, leaning in, "That's not how I roll. I prefer an emotional connection before liking someone. I'm not about to give up on hunter life for a... waiter? No offense to waiters, I'm sure they're charming... in their, uh... aprons." You clear your throat and shrug.

"Anyway, are we ordering or what?"

Gabriel leans in, too, mirroring your posture like he’s studying you, amusement dancing in his golden eyes. He's not dropping it yet.

“Exactly. You meet someone new, you charm them with that animated little sparkle of yours, and next thing you know, poof! True love, elopement, tragic goodbyes. I had to intervene.”

You blink at him. He's smirking.

'Is this guy serious...?'

Dean lets out a dry huff of amusement.

Gabriel sighs. "Oh come on, cut me some slack. Emotional connection? How boringly noble of you."

Dean cuts in, "Can we focus? I'm getting hungry here."

"Aprons are practical."

A pause, everyone looks over. It's Castiel.

"They have... pockets."

A beat of silence passes, and then you're leaning forward.

"You know, I like the way you think, Cas. Not even my dress has pockets. Isn't that ridiculous? I mean, come on, it's the 21st century, and most dresses don't have pockets. Fun fact, it's the same with shorts and some pants for many people. True story."

Cas nods, taking this information very seriously.

"That is inefficient."

Sam, flipping a page in the menu, mutters, "Oh no. We've lost them to the pocket rant."

Dean chuckles, resting an arm on the back of the booth.

"Yeah, yeah, society's messed up, princess. But you know what always has pockets? Cargo pants. Get yourself some of those. Problem solved."

Gabriel leans in with a smirk.

"Yeah, and then they can go full dad-mode with a fanny pack. Really complete the look."

Ketch, watching in mild amusement, finally comments in his usual dry tone:

"I fail to see the issue. I have pockets. Multiple. Do you require assistance carrying something?"

There's a brief pause.

Gabriel bursts out laughing.

"Did you just offer to be their personal storage unit?"

Dean chokes on his own saliva.

"Dude, what?"

Castiel blinks at everyone.

"He is merely being practical."

Ketch, expression unreadable, just casually sits there, ignoring the way everyone is looking at him.

There's a brief once-over you give Ketch. What he just said definitely captured your attention. A hint of a sly smile is there, and you casually pick up the menu.

"Now that's a man."

Ketch glances over, not giving anything away.

But Gabriel, he's mentally noting that down. Dean is grumbling, and Sam is exasperated. Why are things so tense right now?

It's swiftly broken with a simple, genuinely confused,

"...You're saying... to be a man is to... have multiple pockets?"

Oh, Cas.

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bonus scene: how they react to seeing you in a form-flattering dress for the first time

Sam

Sam’s a gentleman, but he’s also a man. He’s observant, so he definitely notices your body. Especially if you’re walking ahead of him on a hunt or wearing something that highlights your silhouette. He’s not the type to stare, but he does appreciate the sight. However, he’d never objectify you. He also knows how society messes with body image, so if he ever picked up on any insecurity, he’d want to reassure you.

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Dean

Dean is not subtle.

He’s a red-blooded American male, and he’s absolutely clocked the size of your assets. More than once. He probably noticed the first time you walked past him. But unlike random guys in public, it’s not just about lust. It’s appreciation.

He’s got old-school tastes, and your figure? That’s exactly his type. He might even find it kinda sexy if you don’t flaunt it too much, but if and when you do enjoy the attention? Oh, he’s taking notes.

"Damn. I mean... uh, nice dress. If I had a dollar for every guy I’ve seen do a double-take, I’d be rich."

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Castiel

Cas doesn’t register physical attraction like humans do, but that doesn’t mean he’s oblivious. He understands beauty on an almost celestial level, and he can tell that your form draws attention. However, what concerns him is if you don’t always feel good about it. He doesn’t understand societal beauty standards.

Cas being Cas, he’d be brutally sincere:

"I see why some humans might... appreciate something like this. It accentuates your... assets."

Yeah, he's very honest.

"You were created exactly as you should be. I wouldn’t change a thing."

He means it, too. No hesitation. No ulterior motive. Just truth. He believes that you are divinely sculpted.

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Ketch

Ketch is polished and doesn’t let his reactions show easily, but internally? Oh, he’s noticing. He’s very aware of how you look, and unlike the Winchesters, he won’t hide the fact that he likes what he sees. He’s always been a man who appreciates elegance, but there’s something about you that throws him off his usual detached persona. If anything, it annoys him that he finds it so distracting.

Ketch wouldn’t come right out and compliment you in a soft way, but he’d make a point of showing he’s noticed:

"Confidence suits you. You should wear it more often."

He'll likely appreciate it if the dress is modest as well, finding it to be elegant.

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Gabriel

Gabriel is all about appreciation. He loves beauty in all forms, and he doesn’t hold back when he sees something (or someone) he likes.

He notices immediately, and unlike Ketch, he doesn’t try to hide it under politeness. He finds it adorable that you’re not always aware of how much attention you get. But the fact that you sometimes enjoy it? Oh, he lives for that. He loves that contrast.

You better believe he’s got jokes, but also a genuine side: