A/N: Here we are with Castiel and cats! Nothing sounds better than that right??? I hope you all enjoy this! <3 Don’t forget you can still make requests <3
After the salt and burn was over and done with, you heaved a sigh of relief. You slumped your body back against the tree that was behind you. You hoped that Sam and Dean had held up long enough while you dug up the body to burn it. Your phone beeped, meaning that you had received a text from either Sam or Dean. As you read the text you nodded with a grin. Another job well done. Well, done well enough that is.
When you were done shoveling the dirt back in its place, you heard a faint meow. You set the shovel against the tree, looking around. A small kitten slowly approached you, rubbing itself against your leg. “Aww, how cute,” you giggled. You sat down on the ground, letting the kitten sit in your lap.
There was a flutter of wings to the side of you. Castiel saw you sitting on the ground. As he came closer to you he saw a small orange creature on your lap. “[Y/N] what is that thing,” Castiel squinted at the creature.
This cat hasn’t left us
alone since everything happened. It jumped into the backseat of the truck right
before we left and hitched a ride all the way back to the bunker, but she was
in the house and isn’t a stranger to people. We thought she was a stray, but it
looks like she knew a little bit about Kelly and Cas judging by how she’d find
her way around the bunker. You should know I had nothing to do with this. The
cat just up and walked in like it owned the place and didn’t give two shakes of
a rat’s ass about how Sam or my nose felt about it. She’s typically on the
other side of the bunker, though. We shut Cas’s room just to make sure she didn’t
go in, but I’ve found her sitting outside the door more than once.
The funny or not so funny
part about all this is that this isn’t the first time a little lion’s been in
this place. Cas found an old stray back a while back and welcomed him in to get
him away from the rain or just the elements for a while. That one could barely
keep its eyes open it was so young. This one, on the other hand, is at least a
few months and just stares. It’s borderline creepy how it does that. Funny enough,
it ahd been because of that that we figured out the cat probably hung around
Cas for a while…
We’ve closed just about
every storage unit and the shooting range and weapons barracks to make sure she
doesn’t accidentally step in and stir up something we don’t want, but I don’t
know what we’re gonna do with her. For now, though, Claire found a friend. She
and the cat have been inseparable since Claire found her in the kitchen
yesterday. I don’t know if they’re bonding over brothers in arms or if Claire
having a cat will set Jody on edge, but they look a lot happier than I’ve seen
them in a while. And the cat keeps doing things just like Cas, even if her eyes
are brown instead of blue. They still look like they’re staring at the darkest
parts of you without judging.
Damn allergy meds keep
making my face red. Yeah, that’s it.
This is my submission for @casbabydontgoineedyou‘s 1K challenge. Congrats on the accomplishment Katie, and I hope you enjoy :)
Prompt: #16 - “If cops show up, I don’t know you.”
Warnings: language(like, 3 words), adorable kittens and angels… thievery? weird condoms and mentions of sex, but very brief
A/N: Look, this was supposed to be a cute, funny little fic involving shenanigans at the store, but at some point i got really mushy, and at another point my jedi-cat compelled me to include him in the fic. It’s kind of a mess, but so is my life. Enjoy anyway :)
Word Count: 2,219
You shuffle into the kitchen, the sight of your half naked boyfriend leaning over a cereal bowl greeting you. Your eyebrows furrow. “Where’s the boys?” You ask Castiel, peeking around the corner into the hall. “They never skip breakfast.” You turn to the fridge and grab some milk while you wait for an answer. When silence greets you, you turn around to see why the ex-seraph is being so quiet, only to catch him sitting with a spoon halfway to his mouth, eyes fixed on your ass. “Cas,” you coo sarcastically, drawing his name out with a smirk spreading across your lips. Your blue-eyed lover snaps from his daze, shoving the spoon into his mouth as his cheeks flush and he avoids eye contact. You chuckle, amused by Castiel’s embarrassment. Despite being together nearly two years–both of which were filled to the brim with sex of all kinds–he still acts like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar sometimes.
Warning: Cursing Rating: PG-13 Summary: Castiel lives in the apartment next to the reader. They’re not supposed to have pets, but the reader knows Castiel has a cat. The reader is willing to make him a deal that makes sure they won’t tell, if Castiel lets them pet the cat. Author: Dizzy A/N: This is my first Castiel fanfic. This is written in a series of letters between the Reader and Castiel. Things crossed out means that it was not sent with it written. This is from my list of upcoming fics. Hope you enjoy it!
Dear Neighbor, Castiel, Mr.Novak, Mr. Castiel Novak,
My name is Y/n L/n. you know, your next door neighbor. that sounds bad. I live next door to you, as you probably know.
Anyway, I have been trying to talk to you for the past few days, but I haven’t had a chance to actually speak to you since you haven’t been home lately. This is why I am writing this letter.
I have heard some very odd noises from the other side of this paper thin walls and I have heard you talk to someone called “Mr. Whiskers.” Now, I highly doubt you are a furry, but I don’t know. I can only assume that this means you have a cat and as we all so dreadfully know, we aren’t allowed to have animals in this apartment building.
Now, I am not a snitch, cause snitches get stitches, but I will tell on you if you don’t return my favor.
Dear Miss L/n, Neighbor, Y/n, Ms. Y/n L/n,
Might I say you are quite gorgeous. I agree to what your terms will be. I do not want to leave you to hold such a secret without a reward for being so generous.
So, what is it that you would like in exchange for your secret keeping duties? Money? A car? Why must I offer this? I can’t even afford my own car. A cat of your own? I would name her Mrs. Whiskers. For me to keep your secret?
Also, you do know that you don’t have to write me letters, you can always knock on my door or email me. Do you even know my email? Actually, email me.
Dear Mr. Castiel Novak, you know what? screw formalities. Castiel, no, you need a nickname. Cas,
I’m sorry, but I cannot keep going on with the formalities. They’re quite annoying and make us seem like teachers or old people. since we are neighbors and I hope we can one day be friends. Also, I saw you going for a run outside in the courtyard and holy shit, you’re hot.
I don’t want your money, even though I need some, I also don’t want a cat of my own since the last time I had a cat, I accidentally lost him outside and he got rabies somehow? Anyway, I didn’t mean to leave him, he just sneaked out and then he came home all sick. I cannot take care of one ever at this time.
All I would like from you is your permission to pet your cat and/or watch your cat when you are away. I hope this isn’t an odd request (even though it is).
To be quite honest, I am over the formalities as well.
And yes, I think we can arrange for both of those things.
Here is my phone number if you cannot get a hold of me at home:
(000) - 555- 6787 how do I mess up my own phone number? (000) -555- 9787
Also, would you like to go out with me? That’s too forward. would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow evening?
I would like to have dinner very much, but only on one condition, can the cat come? we have dinner at my place another time?
Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.
P.S. please stop spamming me with texts about how Mr. Whiskers is doing