Dean was watching T.V. when he heard it. It was a strange, very quiet sound. Low and gutteral—a growl?
scooped up the remote, squinting until he found the mute button and
punched it pointedly. And he heard it again, but this time it sounded
even more faint, reminding him of the quiet sounds of a motor
attached to a fan. Then, footsteps. Wet. Sloppy. Heavy steps trudging
across the tiles of the bunker.
stood, wrapping a hand around his gun still resting against the small
of his back.
sounds were closer. Closer. Closer. Then…
the hell, Cas?” Dean said, letting go of the cold metal in favor of
a glare at the puddles forming at the base of Cas’s shoes. In fact,
Cas was completely drenched with the runoff from the blizzard
outside, leaving him looking like the soggy end of a mop.
gestured to Cas’s wet form: “Dude, you’re making a mess, what, did
you roll around in the snow?—” then, Dean paused, holding up a
finger, “wait, shh.”
scowled. “Dean, did you just shush yourself—”
held up a hand with a stern face. “Shh!” he said again. And,
there it was again. The quiet growling… no, purring?
looked Cas up and down suspiciously, noticing for the first time that
the angel’s hands were hidden behind his back as if he were hiding
raised his chin, suddenly looking down at the angel like a child, who
was, incidentally, avoiding eye contact.
Dean said carefully. “Baby, what’s behind your back?”
in the background, a mewl.
eyes widened, his tone changing immediately.
please tell me that is not a cat behind your back right now, or I
swear to God…”
Dean didn’t finish because, in a second, the angel was stomping, wet
and furious towards his boyfriend, blue eyes cold and hard. And, at
that moment, Dean could swear Cas’s vessel was taller than him
because he didn’t usually see the angel look so intimidating—outside
of the bedroom.
Dean?” Cas said. His voice was calm and collected, but there was a
chill in it that sent shivers down Dean’s spine. “You swear to God,
Dean backed up against the couch with a thump. And, Cas looked smug.
said confidently, acting as if his ass hadn’t just meowed. He took
another step forward, as if he were about to kiss his boyfriend, but
instead, brushed his nose along his jawline until he was whispering
in Dean’s ear. “I’m going to pull my hands from behind my back and
I want you to think very carefully about your next words. Do you
Dean closed his
eyes briefly at the skin contact, swallowing, then nodded.
Then, as if he
hadn’t just threatened Dean with the wrath of God, the angel’s face
broke into a soft, curly smile as he pulled a wet, scrawny black cat
from behind his back. The angel tickled under the cat’s chin, cooing
with crinkly eyes, bumping his nose against the cat’s pink one.
raised as he eyed the black, patchy fur ball. The thing was starved,
dirty and frankly, hideous. And yet, Cas looked as if he were adoring
a new born baby and not a mangy cat.
In contrast to his
gruff voice from only a moment ago, Cas spoke sweetly to the cat
while directing his words to Dean:
“This is monkey,”
he said. “I found her behind a dumpster.”
And Dean started to
crack a smile as he watched his boyfriend who looked like an adorable
wet mess himself, cuddle the scraggly cat until it purred in his
“This is your new
home,” Cas purred back.
This snapped Dean
back to reality: “Cas,” Dean started to protest, but was cut off
quickly when Cas’s head snapped back up to Dean, expression fierce in
Dean thought, how the hell can you manage to be both adorable
and scary as hell?
like that,” Cas said smugly. Then, when Dean’s eyes widened
comically, “Dean, you should really watch how you address me in
your thoughts, some of them smack very close to prayers and
I’m pretty good at tuning in to those.” He finished with a wicked
smile that made Dean’s cheeks heat up.
Dean cleared his
throat, then stared at the bundle of dirty dripping, fluffy masses in
front of him with a sigh.
finally consented. “Welcome to the bunker monkey.”
said, leaning forward and giving his boyfriend a wet kiss. When he
pulled away, the cat started crawling up to Dean’s shoulders, purring
heavily as he cuddled against the warm, dry heater he’d found,
soaking Dean’s shirt.
Dean sighed again,
but this time he was smiling at the way Cas’s face lit up at the
Dean said, pulling Cas in close to him. “I love you, you monkey.”
Cas smiled and
kissed Dean again.
When they pulled
away: “Just to be clear,” Dean said. “I meant you.”
Cas reached up and
pet the cat again with a relaxed smile: “I know,” he said. “I
love you, too.”