[That good chance was a one hundred percent possibility. Not needing to change clothes or sweat to remain clean meant that he rarely was seen without his usual ensemble of a coat and casual business attire. Here, some of that changed. His own clothes had been lost to his arrival and now he sported a tunic and breeches, sometimes with a petticoat or cloak to accompany them and the necessary holsters and armor attached.

At the bar, while working the armor was nowhere to be seen and he kept it light, boots, pants, and the tunic and nothing else to weigh him down unnecessarily. He might have been able to unfasten the ties on the tunic to give Dean the room to tattoo but for ease, Dean was right about removing it.]

It keeps me busy when I'm not hunting or elsewhere and it makes me feel better about our arrangement with the inn. I'm certain I could easily be replaced, but you know what they say about idle hands. [Castiel's lips quirk at the corners. A small way of being proud of his own joke - the devil's playthings, and the irony there.]