Wildcat

Doctor Castiel Novak took pride in his work.

He had done numerous studies on human behavior, some that had won him awards, some praise, some even incorporated in books.

His best tactic was keeping himself detached from his specimens that he worked with.

And this is where his pride faltered.

Walking through the steel doors into the clinically white wide, wide room, in the broad green lands of the 'cage', lay one 'Dean' 1873, the cause to his frustrations, while simultaneously the cause of his smile.

His shoes thumped softly as he gained proximity towards him.

'Dean' was found in the midst of an open highway hissing and trying to attack the people that found him, stranded, naked, dirty and hurt.

Through the months 'Dean' was in his care, Castiel came to understand that 'Dean' was raised in a pack of panthers.

This was unlike any case he'd ever handled. Once, he took care of a man raised by apes, but it was easier to maneuver around him, as monkeys were in fact much alike humans themselves, their behavior primitive but still close to home.

However, there was no known way to handle 'Dean'.

'Dean' had been in care within 6 doctors, all whom know had a significant disfigurement, whether a limb was missing, chewed off by 'Dean' or a scarred face, a blind eye.

After those mildly called 'unsuccessful' treatments, he was given to Castiel, who took him in with the trademark 'Poker Face' as the media called it (though why his face was associated with a single from a temporary pop star, he couldn't understand ), and a curt nod, a promise to give his studies to the public once treatment was done.

And in 6 months, 'Dean' managed to scar 30 of his helpers. So, now, Castiel was the one taking his food inside the cage, cleaning after him, and treating him.

'Dean' had never once hurt him.

Which was more puzzling than all of the other aspects of 'Dean'.

He knocked softly on the bulletproof glass of the cage, aiming to rouse Dean up from his slumber, so he wouldn't be startled when he came in to bring him food.

However, if Castiel came to understand anything about Dean, it was that he was a strong sleeper. No amount of knocking and shouting from afar could wake him, unless it was his time to wake.

So, with a sigh, Castiel unlocked the cage, and walked in the green wilderness he had people create for him. Instead of pushing 'Dean' into civilization as the other doctors did, he instead tried to slowly steer him into it, step by step, but he still wanted to give Dean his safe place.

Like trying to quit smoking cigarettes, if you tried to go a day without them, you just might succeed. But better believe, the next day you will have smoked three whole packs and find yourself in the local hospital treated for nicotine poisoning. ( He was pretty sure that was the cause of singer Amy Winehouse's death, trying to quit heroine when the body came to require the substance until it shut down. And since when did he bother with popular culture, he didn't know. He could blame Gabriel for his insistent singing. ( She was still a great singer, if she were only put in his care...))

Step by small step was the key.

"Dean..." –Castiel said softly as he stood before the naked, sleeping body of 'Dean'.

'Dean' made a little whining noise from the back of his throat and stirred himself tighter around himself, much like a little fur ball of a cat when it sleeps.

"It's time to wake up, Dean." –Castiel said as he kneeled down to 'Dean', putting the bag of food beside his feet. He slowly raised a hand to pet at 'Dean's hair.

When 'Dean' was first brought in to him, after his colleagues unsuccessful attempts at grooming him, he pretty much looked like a cave man. His hair was long, all the way to his back, dirty and sticky with mud and years of neglect, you couldn't even see the soft, strawberry blond color to it. He had a beard almost as long as his hair, his skin was battered and bruised, and his eyes had a wild, ferocious looked to them, nothing like the quiet content they held now.

Castiel's ( surprisingly successful! ) attempt at cleaning him went something like this.

He stood before the wild man naked, except for his boxers. He thought he'd show him that when he does the same things he wishes he would do, that no harm would come to him.

He slowly put on a simple black shirt and loose sweatpants, and the man just watched him unblinkingly, looking like he was ready to pounce at the slightest fast movement, even though he was chained at the time.

Castiel then proceeded to take a pair of scissors. 'Dean's' reaction to this was a slight snarl. Nevertheless Castiel unblinkingly took the scissors to his head and bit by random bit he cut his hair off. Six months later and his hair is still an uneven growing mess.

He then proceeded to take a hair clipper. The buzzing noise made Dean trash for a while, but Castiel silenced him with his soft words of comfort.

"It wont hurt you. Look." –He then took the machine to his chin and continued to swipe at the soft beard he had. 'Dean's eyes widened at this, watching at the machine slowly cut through the hairs leaving clean and smooth skin beneath it.

Once he was done with himself, he slowly approached 'Dean', who struggled only a little, more of fright than anger, which Castiel smothered with calm words. 'Dean' accepted everything Castiel did, only once the clothing was on him, he ripped it apart, wiggling uncomfortably in it.

And then it was Castiel's eyes that widened, only not in horror but on admiration.

Such a beautiful man didn't deserve to be made into a creature.

And now as he petted through 'Dean's short, soft hair he reminiscent on those moments with a smile. 'Dean' let out a soft purr, pushing his head up into the hand. He blinked his eyes slowly open, bright green glinting towards Castiel. He gave a soft smile and uncurled himself, making Castiel back off at the motion.

He then proceeded to stretch, a long cat-like movement, raising his bottom into the air, and Castiel was given a very, very, disturbingly clear view of the pink, puckered hole between his cheeks. He cleared his throat in his embarrassment and 'Dean' turned his head sharply towards him, back still arched, and dammit if his pose and that look didn't give Castiel ideas.

With a grin, 'Dean' collected his body and crawled his way on all fours to Castiel's feet, nuzzling his cheek into Castiel's pants clad knee, soft purring vibrating through his body.

"Cas..." –'Dean's voice rumpled, a deep, coughed out sound from years of disuse.

Castiel was teaching 'Dean' the English language, and much like a baby 'Dean' began picking up on words, and tried pronouncing some of them.

Castiel couldn't help but feel pride swell into him as 'Dean' called him by nickname on his own free will, rather than be commanded.

"I have a question, Dean." –Castiel said soflty, as he couldn't keep a smile off his face, watching as 'Dean's bright eyes turned towards him in an instant. 'Dean' pretty much understood English by now, though he refused to use it.

"Would you like to have a last name? Like mine is Novak. Would you like one?" – Castiel asked cautiously, hoping 'Dean' would understand.

"Cassssss Nova-ccck." –'Dean' said the words with a troubled expression, sitting himself back on his hinges.

"Yes. And you are Dean. Would you like to have a second name?"

"Dean Novack." –'Dean' said with a look of soft glee, like he did when Castiel would bring him pie, and try to teach him how to eat it without pushing his face into the plate.

"No, I am Novak."

"Dean Novak!" –'Dean' shouted the words, finally getting them right.

Castiel sighed gently. He couldn't be tired when faced with that kind of bright smile.

"I was thinking maybe you'd like Winchester better? Your specimen number is a brand of a Winchester rifle. I thought it would suit you. Dean Winchester." –Castiel pronounced his last words carefully, to put the significance into them.

"Wineter."

"Winchester. Dean Winchester."

"Winch-ch-chster."

"Winchester."

"Winch-chester. Dean Novak Winch-chester." –'Dean' said with triumph evident in his voice, and circled around Castiel, crawling between his legs, until he finally settled before him, laying flat so his tummy was shown.

This was 'Dean's way of asking to be pet. And although Castiel knew he was only encouraging this behavior, he kneeled down before him, laid his hand over the fine hairs that settled around his belly button and scratched at them, feeling the rumple of 'Dean's purring run through his hand.

And at this moment, seeing 'Dean's upturned lips in a content smile, his eyes fluttered closed, limbs relaxed in pleasure, is when he stopped referring to him as 'Dean' and removed the apostrophes from his name.

He was now Dean Winchester.

And on occasion, Dean Novak Winchester.

So I woke up, and this was going on. I just had to write it down. Originally planned as PWP, but this happened. So one more chapter, which will be some long porn, so stick with me here! Also if you'd care to review, please do so. I only hope this made you smile or atleast gave you a nice visual. :)