episode 3 and a half: dean dresses crowley like castiel, shoves him out the door in a maroon hoodie. dean pretends to be very very sad to fool ezekiel. “oh well,” he says, “better check on crowley!” meanwhile cas is chilling in the dungeon, dressed in crowley’s clothes, with dean’s mattress and a stereo and a mini fridge full of those hershey’s milkshake things. sam wonders why dean wants to interrogate crowley alone like every day now. “are you getting anything out of him?” sam asks one morning at breakfast and dean spits cereal across the table.