***Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters. I just like to put them into awkward situations sometimes.

Gabriel's New Pet

"No," Crowley said for what felt like the hundredth time but probably was only the third. Gabriel pulled the kicked puppy face that typically worked like a charm. Crowley merely crossed his arms and tipped his head to side slightly. "We are not getting a cat."

"C'mon! Look how cute it is!" Gabriel held up a kitten. He had somehow found the one kitten in all of existence that failed to actually be cute. Its fur stuck out in random patches and it was cross-eyed. Trust Gabriel to find that adorable.

"It looks deformed. Not to mention the hound will treat it as a hors d'oeuvre."

"What? They'll get along just fine!" Crowley pressed a hand to his temple.

"Gabriel, no."

He hung his head, pouting. "Fine."

Gabriel was still pouting when they got home. He spent the rest of the day moping around the house until Crowley really couldn't ignore it any longer. Gabriel came shuffling into the living room and threw himself onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. Crowley folded the paper he was reading and set it on the end table.

"Really now, this is getting ridiculous," he said. Gabriel just sighed again. "Honestly. It wouldn't last a day."

"How do you know? We've never had a cat!"

"I don't like cats," Crowley said hoping that would end the discussion.

"It's because you're like a cat," said Gabriel with a smirk. It was Crowley's turn to sigh. "You are. You always act like you don't want to be petted but you jump at the first chance to curl up in my lap."

"I never!"

"Right, I'll just pretend last night didn't happen then."

Crowley glared at the angel but decided that particular battle was a losing one.

"I'm not like a cat," he said, turning the conversation away from whether or not he had happened to be in cuddling mood last night.

"Well…." Gabriel said in that tone of voice that implied he was thinking. This was almost always a bad thing for Crowley. "You could be."

"What?"

Gabriel just wagged his eyebrows.

"…No. Gabriel, don't you even-" Crowley started to say but before he was able to finish, Gabriel snapped his fingers. Where the King of Hell once was, there was a black and white cat with tuxedo markings. It looked extremely pissed off.

"MRROOWWWW," Crowley the cat yowled.

Gabriel reached out to pet him but stopped short when he flattened his ears and hissed.

"Stop being such a grumpy puss," he said. "I'll turn you back."

There wasn't all that much difference between Crowley the cat's glare and Crowley the demon-in-a-meatsuit's glare. Gabriel just smiled and flipped on the television, settling back on the couch. He wasn't really paying attention to whatever version of Real Housewives was on; he was waiting. Finally, he felt a weight on his lap as Crowley curled up on it. Gabriel idly scratched the cat between the ears with a content smile across his face.

"I told you."