"Dean!"
Dean stared down at the laptop in front of him for a moment, webpage pulled open, actually willingly doing research for once. Trying to, at least. For a hunt he and Sam were busying themselves with. The hunter ran his tongue over his lips silently, green eyes flashing up to the angel as Castiel entered the room. Dean's first guess was that the angel had finally figured out the multiple pranks he'd set up around the bunker, but Castiel didn't seem angry or confused. He actually seemed… Excited, so this was going to be interesting.
"What's up, Cas?" The hunter raised his eyebrows, scooting the chair back and standing up. But, Castiel put his hands on his shoulders, shoving him back down into the chair, and Dean stared at him for a moment before sinking back again. "M'kay."
"Look," Castiel chuckled - Actually chuckled, yes, and Dean felt his chest warm slightly at the rare sound, giving the angel a curious look. Castiel walked around to stand behind the chair, leaning forward - He had both of his arms over Dean's shoulders at that point as he reached out to type something on the laptop, and Dean found himself way too concerned about how close they were right then to actually be remotely curious about what he was doing anymore.
The angel's head was right beside his, practically touching. Dean could hear him breathing, for God's sake. The hunter cleared his throat, glancing away, toward the laptop, and he did a double take when he saw exactly what Castiel had pulled up. "Uh, Cas…"
"They're so cute!" Castiel interrupted him, his voice raising slightly with excitement - Dean wasn't sure he'd ever heard so much emotion in the angel's voice before. Personal space forgotten, the hunter tilted his head a little, trying to catch Castiel's gaze - It worked, the angel quickly looked back down at him, not blinking, and Dean raised his eyebrows, staring back.
"You… Like cats."
"Dean." Castiel's hands were on each side of Dean's head now, turning his face back to the computer and forcing him to look at the pictures of the fuzzy - And adorable, despite how much Dean tried to deny it to himself - Kittens that he'd pulled up online. "Look."
"I'm looking," Dean sighed, amusement flickering in his eyes. He finally brought his hands up, brushing Castiel off and looking up at the angel. "Why'd you want to show me this, Cas?"
Castiel stared at him for a moment, completely silent. Dean knew that look. He'd seen that look on Sam many, many times. When his brother was going to ask for something big, something he knew Dean would disagree to, something he wouldn't approve of, etc… It was the god damn puppy dog look, and Castiel had been spending way too much fucking time with his brother, because damn the angel had it down…
"Dean." Castiel's voice was low, quiet now, gaze never leaving Dean's. "Can we get a cat."
Dean blinked once, then again, a disbelieving look crossing his face as he turned in the chair to face Castiel completely. "You…" He trailed off, taking a deep breath and trying to register that completely. "You want a… Cas," he sighed, rubbing his hand down his face. "Cas."
"I'll take care of it," Castiel insisted before Dean actually had the chance to say the usual "no pets in the bunker". "I'll keep it out of your way and I'll get the food and everything it needs and I'll take care of it Dean please?"
And this was the same angel that had raised him from Hell years ago. The same angel that rebelled against Heaven for him. The same angel that had saved his life countless times. And this angel was now begging for a kitten the way a five year old would.
And, looking back on all that, Dean did realize he owed the angel a lot more than a cat…
Dean sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "You're taking care of the damn thing," he finally growled, giving in. He didn't have to open his eyes to know Castiel was grinning now, but he did anyway, just to catch a glimpse of that rare, heartwarming smile.
And yet he told himself he was straight. Sure.
"Yay." Castiel paused for a moment, and something else seemed to occur to him, because his blue eyes widened. "What should I name it?"
Dean stared at him, thinking long and hard about that for the longest time, before speaking up, quiet and serious. "Catstiel."
Castiel blinked, staring down at him. And Dean stared back, silent as ever. Eventually, though, the angel just turned and left the room.
He totally named the cat Catstiel.
