a/n: hello, everyone. this is my first story on fanfiction...and it's weird. from the POV of a stuffed animal weird.
established Dean and Castiel relationship, Sam's here too, and...a stuffed blue rabbit. okay. carry on.
will update sporadically, no promises.

The Blue Rabbit

The first time I meet them is at the carnival booth. I had been lying among the other plush toys for so long that time seemed not to exist any longer, only light and dark, quiet and noise.

But then balloons popped and a triumphant whoop sounded, and suddenly rough hands were picking me up. I stared into the face of a medium sized man, one with a smaller, trench coated man beside him, and a much taller, long haired, man behind him.

He was holding me badly, by my ears, which was quite uncomfortable. But the man with blue eyes looked at me in a sort of childlike wonder.

"Here you go, Cas, ya goofball." The medium sized man said, dropping me into the one called Cas's hands. He cradled me gently, in a way I did not expect from one so old. Cas peered down at me, nestled in his arms, a small, strange smile on his face.

I stared back up, of course.

"Thank you, Dean." Cas said to the medium sized man. Dean huffed a little, but then Cas kissed him on the cheek and he smiled.

The tall one sighed and rolled his eyes.

"You can leave, Sam!" Dean snapped, turning to (presumably) glare at the largest man.

Cas stroked one of my ears delicately, and then he tucked me into the pocket of his overcoat, but with my head out so I could still see. I liked him, he was careful and gentle, unlike the man called Dean. I wasn't sure about the tall one...Sam, yet.

"Can I see the bunny?" Sam asked. I couldn't see Cas's face, but I could see Sam's, and out of the corner of my eye I could see the hem of Dean's shirt, the bottom of his jacket, and some of his jeans. I think he has his arm around Cas.

"Yes." Cas said, and gently removed me from his pocket, passing me over to Sam. He held me, not as carefully as Cas, but not as roughly as Dean.

"Huh. He's kinda cute, for a stuffed blue rabbit." Sam said, and then looks at Dean. "What are you two going to name your child?"

"Shut up, Sam! It's not OUR CHILD. It's a stuffed animal, for God's sake." Dean growls, taking me away from Sam and giving me back to Cas. He puts me back in his pocket.

"Its name is Dean."

"Not helping, Castiel!" Dean said, and then, "And you are NOT naming a stuffed rabbit after me!"

"I'd say it's a replacement for a child. You guys aren't going to get a puppy, so you got a blue rabbit." Sam smirks, Dean glares.

"I will name her Jello." Cas said. I can hear Sam laughing, and Dean just stares at Cas.

"Cas...Jello? Really?" Dean says, but I think he is amused.

"Yes. I like blue Jello best and it seems appropriate, given her color." Cas explains, and pats my head.

Dean chuckles and pulls Cas in for a hug. I end up squished between their torsos, my face pressed into Dean's green jacket.

I hear a soft sigh and quiet kissing noises, and then they pull apart.

I am thankful to be no longer smashed up against Dean's jacket, which

smells weird and is pretty grimy.

I remain in Castiel's pocket for the rest of the time the three stay at the carnival.

Dean makes Castiel try cotton candy, corn dogs, nachos, a blooming onion, and funnel cake.

After all of this, they go on the Tilt a Whirl.

Sam warned Dean against this, but Dean wouldn't listen. Neither would Cas, for that matter. He insisted that the "spinning metal contraption" would not harm him.

Cas pukes as soon as they get off the ride.

Although he thankfully gets to a garbage can. Dean rubs his back and then gets him a cup of water to rinse his mouth out.

They leave the carnival after that, Cas feels like crap, and Dean feels bad, and Sam can't handle both of them acting like this.

Their car is black, sleek and classic, and Dean pats the hood lovingly.

"Hey, baby." He murmurs, and Sam gets in the passenger side, Cas gets in the back with me, and Dean drives.

We end up back at a rather dilapidated motel, and we go inside a room that has two beds. Cas takes me out of his pocket and places me at the head of one of the beds, on top of a pillow. This is a pleasant spot, because it means I can see the entire room.

Sam is sitting at the small table in the corner, his laptop out. He appears to be researching something.

Cas has gone into the bathroom, and I can hear him brushing his teeth.

Dean sits down on the edge of the bed I'm on.

"Anything happen, Sam?" He asks, taking off his boots.

"Nothing at all. We're going to have to hang around until the witch does something else. So far it's been nonfatal, so hopefully it will continue in that vein and we can track him." Sam says, still looking at his computer.

Dean flops back on the bed.