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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Destiel
Words: 790
Rating: PG
Summary: Castiel brings home a Kitty, and Dean finds he's unexpectedly good with little cute animals
Now with a podfic by the spectacularly awesome Laura.
A Different Kind of Blue
Dean was sitting on the ratty motel bed – no vibration this time, sadly – and was flicking through local newspapers, looking for possible cases, when he heard the door open. It couldn’t be Sam, he’d just gone out for groceries. When Dean looked up he saw Castiel standing in the doorway, dripping wet from the rain, staring at Dean in a birdlike manner. This wasn’t actually uncommon, but when the angel made a beeline for the bathroom, Dean got suspicious. He’d never seen Cas use a bathroom, and Dean figured he could probably dry his cloths in a second if he wanted to, so what was he doing in there? Quietly Dean got up and poked his head through the cracked door. And what he saw was…a surprise. There was Cas, kneeling in front of the bathtub and extracting a tiny wet kitten from where it apparently had been tucked inside his trenchcoat. It was tiny and shivering, with fur that must have been black ones, but now was grimy and sticky. It looked truly pitiful.
“Um.” said Dean. He wasn’t sure how to phrase even one of the multitudes of questions in his mind, like how did the angel come by this filthy kitten, and why would an angel even care? Castiel meanwhile proceeded to gently lower the small creature in the warm water he’d drawn. The kitten made a frightened mewling sound. Dean didn’t know what possessed him to react this way, but when he heard the fearful sound, he found himself sinking down beside Cas and reaching out to softly stroke the cats head, murmuring hushed noises to comfort the trembling bundle. After a few seconds, the kitten seemed to relax a bit, and in the warm water in soon stopped shivering. Dean proceeded to gently wash its fur, using Sam’s shampoo and carefully avoiding getting anything in the kitten’s blue eyes. After he’d rinsed out all the grime and dust, he scooped up the little creature and turned to Cas for a towel. He startled a bit when he found intense blue eyes (lighter blue than the kitten’s) staring at him intently, head cocked with a kind of searching curiosity.
“Um. I need a towel.” Dean said. Castiel got up and retrieved one of the motels thin towels and wrapped the kitten in it, lifting it from Dean’s arms. Dean’s first instinct was to hold on, to protect and don’t let go. Then he told himself this was ridiculous, Castiel had dragged the animal in here, and he could damn well care for it himself. Promptly the kitten started mewling again, as if protesting against this transfer. “Maybe it’s hungry.” Dean offered. “I… could go get some food or anything. Maybe that would, you know, stop it.” He trailed off awkwardly. “No.” Castiel said. Dean was confused. “I think he likes you more. You take him, I’ll go and find some suitable food.” The angel went on. “He?” Dean asked? “How do you -” “Humans never pay any attention.” Cas commented with an almost ironic tone of voice. He gently but firmly planted the towel-wrapped kitten in Dean’s arms, and with a pop, he was gone.
The kitten stopped mewling as soon as it got his tiny head wriggled out of the folds of the towel and his rosy nose tucked against Dean’s shirt. “Well, guess you like me better, eh?” Dean smirked. There was no way they could actually keep a pet, but maybe they could give it to Bobby? And it would need a name… Dean pondered these thoughts while the slowly made his way to the bed and lay down, gently as not to startle the tiny creature in his arms. He stroked its damp fur until it began to purr, and Dean began to drift off, lulled to sleep my tiny, warm weight against his chest.
When Castiel reappeared in the room ten minutes later, he quietly sat down the tins of cat food he’d gotten, and walked up to the bed. The small creature had awoken an unexpected rush of emotion in the angel, and when he looked down at the two sleeping forms, he knew that it wasn’t the only emotion that occupied his mind. Dean began to stir, and soon opened his eyes blearily. “Cas?” he mumbled sleepily. “ ‘Sup?” “Nothing.” Castiel replied and sat down at the edge of the bed to run his fingers through the black fur of the kitten. “He really looks like you, Cas.” Dean murmured, almost inaudible , before closing his eyes an drifting back to sleep, the small kitten still cradled in his arms.
Castiel sat there for a long time, pondering thoughts about affection, attachment and tenderness.
Pairing: Destiel
Words: 790
Rating: PG
Summary: Castiel brings home a Kitty, and Dean finds he's unexpectedly good with little cute animals
Now with a podfic by the spectacularly awesome Laura.
A Different Kind of Blue
Dean was sitting on the ratty motel bed – no vibration this time, sadly – and was flicking through local newspapers, looking for possible cases, when he heard the door open. It couldn’t be Sam, he’d just gone out for groceries. When Dean looked up he saw Castiel standing in the doorway, dripping wet from the rain, staring at Dean in a birdlike manner. This wasn’t actually uncommon, but when the angel made a beeline for the bathroom, Dean got suspicious. He’d never seen Cas use a bathroom, and Dean figured he could probably dry his cloths in a second if he wanted to, so what was he doing in there? Quietly Dean got up and poked his head through the cracked door. And what he saw was…a surprise. There was Cas, kneeling in front of the bathtub and extracting a tiny wet kitten from where it apparently had been tucked inside his trenchcoat. It was tiny and shivering, with fur that must have been black ones, but now was grimy and sticky. It looked truly pitiful.
“Um.” said Dean. He wasn’t sure how to phrase even one of the multitudes of questions in his mind, like how did the angel come by this filthy kitten, and why would an angel even care? Castiel meanwhile proceeded to gently lower the small creature in the warm water he’d drawn. The kitten made a frightened mewling sound. Dean didn’t know what possessed him to react this way, but when he heard the fearful sound, he found himself sinking down beside Cas and reaching out to softly stroke the cats head, murmuring hushed noises to comfort the trembling bundle. After a few seconds, the kitten seemed to relax a bit, and in the warm water in soon stopped shivering. Dean proceeded to gently wash its fur, using Sam’s shampoo and carefully avoiding getting anything in the kitten’s blue eyes. After he’d rinsed out all the grime and dust, he scooped up the little creature and turned to Cas for a towel. He startled a bit when he found intense blue eyes (lighter blue than the kitten’s) staring at him intently, head cocked with a kind of searching curiosity.
“Um. I need a towel.” Dean said. Castiel got up and retrieved one of the motels thin towels and wrapped the kitten in it, lifting it from Dean’s arms. Dean’s first instinct was to hold on, to protect and don’t let go. Then he told himself this was ridiculous, Castiel had dragged the animal in here, and he could damn well care for it himself. Promptly the kitten started mewling again, as if protesting against this transfer. “Maybe it’s hungry.” Dean offered. “I… could go get some food or anything. Maybe that would, you know, stop it.” He trailed off awkwardly. “No.” Castiel said. Dean was confused. “I think he likes you more. You take him, I’ll go and find some suitable food.” The angel went on. “He?” Dean asked? “How do you -” “Humans never pay any attention.” Cas commented with an almost ironic tone of voice. He gently but firmly planted the towel-wrapped kitten in Dean’s arms, and with a pop, he was gone.
The kitten stopped mewling as soon as it got his tiny head wriggled out of the folds of the towel and his rosy nose tucked against Dean’s shirt. “Well, guess you like me better, eh?” Dean smirked. There was no way they could actually keep a pet, but maybe they could give it to Bobby? And it would need a name… Dean pondered these thoughts while the slowly made his way to the bed and lay down, gently as not to startle the tiny creature in his arms. He stroked its damp fur until it began to purr, and Dean began to drift off, lulled to sleep my tiny, warm weight against his chest.
When Castiel reappeared in the room ten minutes later, he quietly sat down the tins of cat food he’d gotten, and walked up to the bed. The small creature had awoken an unexpected rush of emotion in the angel, and when he looked down at the two sleeping forms, he knew that it wasn’t the only emotion that occupied his mind. Dean began to stir, and soon opened his eyes blearily. “Cas?” he mumbled sleepily. “ ‘Sup?” “Nothing.” Castiel replied and sat down at the edge of the bed to run his fingers through the black fur of the kitten. “He really looks like you, Cas.” Dean murmured, almost inaudible , before closing his eyes an drifting back to sleep, the small kitten still cradled in his arms.
Castiel sat there for a long time, pondering thoughts about affection, attachment and tenderness.
