part one | part two | part three
"Hi." Dean smiled nervously at the woman behind the counter. She stared back at him, her voice a mask of annoyance. "Um, I’m looking for cat collars?"
"Aisle six," she replied in a monotone voice.
"Thanks!" Giving her another smile, Dean walked briskly down to aisle six and took a sharp right, his eyes scanning over the collars. Cas had demanded he have a collar by Halloween, and since today was October 30th, he only had one more day to complete the task.
There were too many options. They were also ridiculously priced. Dean shook his head, ready to just snatch one off the wall and buy it just so he could leave the pet store, but if he didn’t put any thought into it, Cas would know. He was creepily in tune with Dean’s feelings and thoughts. It had to be a Familiar and witch thing.
"Not that one."
Dean almost jumped out of his skin, wheeling around to face Cas. “Were you following me?!”
"I don’t trust your taste in style," came the flat reply. "Your clothing choices, while sometimes sexy and manly, are also dull and monotone. I am not plain nor am I monotone. I want something to match my style." He picked up a bright pink one almost immediately. "Like this."
"No Familiar of mine is going to get a pink collar, no way."
"But I like this one,” Castiel whined.
"What about this one?" Dean reached forward and picked up a black one with skulls printed on it; Halloween special.
"Because I don’t want that one. I want this one."
He groaned. Cas was more stubborn than him and he was pretty damn stubborn. “You’re impossible,” he hissed angrily.
"I like this one, Dean." Castiel held onto it, not even allowing Dean to pry it away form him.
"You’re not getting that one and since I’m buying, I get to choose," he snapped back, finally snatching it out of Cas’ hands. "Jesus."
Castiel glowered at him and not just any glower; the real glower only cats could deliver. He could feel the anger radiating down his spine and into his bladder. “You’re a jerk.”
"Whatever, Cas." Dean ran his eyes along all of the colors and then he glanced over at Cas who was now pouting and angrily staring at the display like it had personally offended him. "Are you going to pout over whichever one I buy you if you don’t get that pink one?"
"Will you wear any of the other ones I buy you if I don’t get you the other one?”
He groaned out loud. “You are the most annoying person in the entire world!”
Castiel glared at him, looking seriously offended now. There was an older woman staring at him and Dean realized in alarm that he and Cas probably looked like the gayest couple in the entire world, fighting over a fucking cat collar. He almost told her to mind her own business but he held his tongue, instead snatching up the stupid pink collar. Castiel gasped in excitement and was quick to follow him over to the counter.
"We need a little charmy thing too," Cas told him as the annoyed woman rang up his purchase. "With my name on it."
Dean smiled nervously at the woman as she gave him a raised eyebrow as he handed over his credit card. He wanted to turn to Cas and tell him to shut up but Cas never shut up. He was such a talker. “I know, Cas.”
"Okay. Just don’t forget. Oh! There’s a machine!" Immediately, Castiel skipped over to it and began the process of making a name tag.
Dean took the bag and shuffled over. “Just get a plain one, and put your name on it, and that’s it.”
"I know,” Castiel replied. He selected the silver circle, eagerly putting C A S into the machine. “Oh cursive.”
That made Cas happy and they waited patiently for the damn thing to spit out the tag after Dean had paid for it. Once it in Cas’ hand, he took the bag with the collar and walked out to Dean’s Impala. Dean sighed, following more slowly, wanting this nightmare to fucking end already.
"It’s not going to fit you, you know," Dean pointed out after they were sitting in the car, with Cas putting the collar together. "You’re too big."
"Oh, it’ll fit," he replied.
Dean rolled his eyes and began to back out. When he looked over at Cas again he slammed on the breaks in the middle of the parking lot. “I’ll be fucking damned,” he whispered.
The pink collar was wrapped around Cas’ neck perfectly, the dangly charm with his name on it glinting proudly in the sunlight. Cas smiled. “See?”
He shook his head and continued to drive. “Someone wake me up when this dream is over.”
"It’s not a-."
"I know, Cas. I know."