A/N: Okay guys so this is something I wrote in maths today. If any of you are reading Playing For Keeps, I am sorry that I am letting myself be distracted by other ideas, I just needed a refreshing dip into the world of Kitty!Cas because I had both GISHWHES and exams on in the same week. Please review, I would love to know what you think!

Cas sat at Bobby's kitchen table. He stared at his reflection in the hand-held mirror morosely. He had hoped that he would at least be in Heaven when this happened. He lifted one delicate black paw to bat at the mirror until it fell from its conveniently propped up position, wishing he could get rid of his new body so easily.

The creak of the front door opening ran through the house. Cas hopped off his chair and padded out the door silently.

"Sam? Cas?" Dean's voice sounded.

Cas heard Dean and Bobby unpacking the groceries, the many, many tins of salt clattering against one another as they were piled into the cupboard. Sam entered the kitchen to help out and shrugged when Dean asked him where Cas was.

"Go get the rest out of the car." Bobby ordered and Sam and Dean obeyed without question.

Once the boys were gone Bobby muttered "Come on out, Cas."

Cas froze. Bobby continued "I ain't no Idjit, boy. I can tell when someone is hidin' in my own house."

Cas wriggled through the door but sat close to it to allow a quick escape if necessary.

There was silence as Bobby stared at him in shock.

"Cas?" Bobby breathed.

Cas jumped up on the kitchen table again and hoped that he had seen enough insanity to cope with this. From what Dean had told him, he thought there could be a chance that this was far from unusual.

Bobby stared at him some more before saying "Well, balls."

Cas tilted his head in agreement and watched as Bobby went to a drawer and collected an array of materials including holy water and a silver knife, also collecting salt out of the cupboard before sitting back down before Cas. Cas watched him mix the salt and water.

"Lesser of the two evils first, I guess." He said as Cas lowered his head to drink the now foul-tasting water.

Bobby then held up the knife "Now, how're we gonna do this?"

Cas lifted a paw for him and Bobby held it steady while carefully nicking the largest of the pads on the bottom of it.

Cas winced but didn't struggle.

Bobby sighed "Well, I'm gonna trust my instincts and say you're really Cas."

Cas nodded and bid down to lick his sore paw. Bobby went to a different drawer and collected bandages and antiseptic, beginning the process of patching up Cas' paw.

Dean and Sam's voices resonated from the front door and Cas tensed as Dean entered the room. At first confusion masked his expression and then it slowly delved into recognition.

"Cas?" Dean said, voice high-pitched, startling Cas. How did Dean recognise him? Sam now entered and his eyes also fell in shock upon Cas.

Bobby cleared his throat, "I know, and I ain't got a clue."

Dean mimicked Bobby by coughing and stuttering "W-why is Cas a cat?"

"I don't know, he's kind of cute" Sam said, lifting Cas to hug him. Cas glared at him and let out a feral growl.

Dean burst into laughter and reached out to take the angry feline from him "Aww, poor wittle kitty!" He cooed and pressed his lips to Cas' tiny nose.

Cas froze and stared at Dean. Dean just put him back on the table and went to get a beer. Bobby and Sam observed as Cas recovered and looked expectantly at the pair.

"Well, we can start by figuring out a way we can talk" Dean sighed tiredly.

In Cas' condition communication proved impossible.

They'd tried all types of methods: sign language obviously did not work due to Cas' lack of hands, and, for the same reason, neither did writing. Every so often Cas would let out a little frustrated meow.

Finally, Sam stood up from the table covered in paper and books "We're going out."

In hopes of discovering a remedy to the problem, they set off to the supermarket. Sam picked up 5 sets of refrigerator magnets. He went to the children's book shop next door and picked up some picture cards. Cas was forced to sit outside each shop during this hunt and was at one point attacked by the most terrifying six-year-old he had ever seen. She started petting him roughly, her sweaty hands pulling back the skin on his forehead to make him appear shocked.

Dean found him and laughed "Sorry, little girl, but that's my pretty kitty."

Dean motioned for Cas to follow him back to the car and they sat in the front, Dean starting to fall asleep in the sun.

Cas jumped when a hand curled around his body and he was tucked against Dean's leg in the sun. Cas stared up at him questioningly but Dean only opened one eye and smirked, closing them and going to sleep. Dean's hand began to stroke the soft fur on his stomach and Cas involuntarily started to purr.

He looked up to see if Dean had noticed but the man was at peace in the sun. Cas nestled his head back against Dean's leg and let himself purr contentedly, comfortable for the first time since he had transformed into this creature.