In Which Castiel Speaks To A Dog On the Street
He wasn't lost, per se, maybe just a bit... misplaced. He found himself wandering down a cracked concrete sidewalk underneath a darkening sky. He couldn't just ask for directions to a giant bunker in the middle of the woods.
Suddenly he felt something brush against his legs, and looked down to find a small black dog, fur a bit matted, and curious eyes peering up at him. He knelt down and held out a hand for the mutt to sniff, and upon not being rejected, he swept a hand across its back, attempting to avoid complicated tangles. The dog brightened a bit, ad if it had not been touched or shown kindness in a long time.
Castiel's eyes softened, dogs were a common sight in Heaven, waiting patiently for their best friend to join them.
"I suppose humans have caused you trouble too," he muttered, scratching behind floppy ears. "They're quite pesky creatures, aren't they?"
Castiel thought back on some of his time with the Winchester brothers, how he fought for them, hurt them, loved them. He smiled at the dog.
"Not all of them are bad, some of them have been pushed to the ground repeatedly, and yet, they are filled with nothing but kindness." The dog sat at his feet, wagging its tail excitedly.
"I hope you find someone like that one day," the dog nudged his hand, as if pleading with him to be that person. "But I suppose, I would do for now," he mused, leading the dog to a bench and digging a hamburger out of his coat pocket.
"I don't require food, but I still like eating them. You would benefit from this more than I." Castiel began tearing it into bites for the dog, watching as it hungrily accepted and chewed the burger.
"I wonder if Sam would enjoy meeting you."