DEAN: It’s him.
SAM: It’s who?
DEAN: The Captain. It’s the Captain.
SAM: Oh for the love of –
CASTIEL: Who is this Captain?
DEAN: You don’t know who the Captain is?
SAM: Don’t. For your sake, Cas. Don’t.
CASTIEL: No. That’s why I’m asking, Dean.
DEAN: He works for a secret monster-busting government organisation, and has this sweet antique pistol, and wears a RAF coat, and his hair is like —
CASTIEL: I don’t understand.
DEAN: What’s not to underst —
CASTIEL: No. I understand this ‘Captain’ and his archaic weaponry. I just don’t understand what you’re doing.
SAM: Fangirling.
DEAN: I am not –
SAM: He’s obsessed. Completely obesessed. Ever since we bumped into this Captain guy on a hunt back in Kentucky he won’t shut the hell up about him and his huge ass car and stupid swoopy coat.
[CASTIEL stares down at his trenchcoat.]
DEAN: Look what you did. You made the nerd angel all insecure over his fashion choices.
SAM: Actually, I think you’ll find that was you. You and your big freaky mancrush.
DEAN: There is nothing freaky about it.
SAM: Yeah, yeah. You just don’t know how to quit him.
DEAN: I don’t recognise that reference because I didn’t watch that movie six goddamn times.
SAM: Ang Lee is an icon of cinema, Dean.
DEAN: You wore out the tent scene on the DVD.
SAM: I did not!
DEAN: Wait, where’s Cas?
[CASTIEL reappears wearing an RAF jacket and his ridiculous ‘I-did-good’ smile.]
SAM: Uh.
CASTIEL: I feel swoopier.
Annnd now I’m picturing Cas in Jack’s jacket….