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[heartless_sob]

Castiel did not know the first thing about making a bracelet. He thought of the leather strap Dean wore, the cord, and the cord around his neck that held the amulet. The closest he could come to such things were his own shoelaces. He gazed down at them morosely. They would not do.

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[mentalistjane]

Patrick was wandering past the Box room on his way to the kitchen for something to nibble on, whistling with his hands stuffed into his slacks pockets. He stopped, abruptly, then backtracked a few steps when he recognized a familiar dark head.

"Well hello there, angelface." He grinned at Castiel, tilting his head. "Are you trying to coax miracles out of the Box?"

[heartless_sob]

When Dean had seen the sort of clothing Castiel wore when left to his own devices (or, especially when Luna decided to help) he had intervened and stocked Castiel up on clothing he approved of. A shirt over another shirt, sometimes a henley, a lot of times flannel. Castiel hadn't minded, of course.

"I do not believe it is capable of such things," Castiel said, gazing, wide-eyed and glum, over at Patrick. "I want to make my friend a bracelet. He said we should get some, because we are friends."

[mentalistjane]

Patrick's golden eyebrows rose both at the glum look on Castiel's face, and his explanation. His own blue eyes narrowed as he considered the situation, "You mean, like friendship bracelts?"

[heartless_sob]

"I suppose," Castiel said after a moment's thought. He tugged at the hem of his shirt, trying to recall Dean's instructions. "He said the colors should be green, brown, and black."