'Cas? Cas?' Dean called through the house. 'Where did he go?' He asks his brother who was right behind him.
'I thought he went into that room.' He points to a door and Dean hurries to it and opens it.
In the middle of the room is a little pile of clothes. He recognises Cas' trench coat and crouches down to inspect it, but when his hand comes close, the pile moves. He jumps back, his gun in his hand.
'Dean.' Sam says warily.
'Yeah I know, whatever is under that, it might have taken Cas.' Sam grabbed the broom that was standing in the room, his eyes on the pile all the while, which was still moving a little. It seemed as if there was something small underneath or in it. Sam stuck out the broom end and pushed around in the pile, trying to lift it too see under it.
And they heard a small meow.
Bobby looked down at the cat in Dean's arms, 'Explain.'
'Cas disappeared and then this cat was in a pile of Cas' clothes.'
'Okay great, bring it to the animal shelter, we can't have pets.'
Sam and Dean shared a concerned look. 'Yeah, we think it might be Cas.' Sam said.
Bobby sighed deeply. 'I'll get the books.'
They spent multiple hours flipping through books and they even called some other hunters. They had heard a lot that it could have been a witch, but that was out of the question, they should have seen a witch somewhere, right?
Cas had spent all this time in Dean's lap, but when Dean got hungry he had to put him down. So he walked to the kitchen, when he heard a mew next to him. He looked down and saw Cas sitting next to his feet, paws against his leg.
He chuckled, 'I can't hold you right now, I'm making a sandwich.' Cas just mewed in response. 'Fine.' So he lifted the kitten up and put him in his neck. 'Happy now.' Cas started purring loudly in his ear as response.
Dean sat down on the couch and put his legs up on the coffee table and picked up Cas from his neck and put him in his lap, where he happily curled up and fell asleep. Dean couldn't resist petting the kitten. Cas was adorable in his human form, which wasn't a gay thought at all, but he was even cuter as a kitten. He was calico cat and the orange in his fur was more the colour of his trench coat than orange, plus, the black reminded him of Cas' hair. His eyes were also the same as in his usual form, a striking blue like the ocean.
Sam had been looking how Dean handled cat Cas and if he were honest he was surprised how sweet Dean was handling Cas. Dean never was that much of a cat person. Maybe it was because it is Cas, he thought, because as how Cas said it, they share a rather profound bond.
Dean had fallen asleep at some point and Cas had climbed up to lay on top of Dean's crossed arms. Sam was giggling while he took his phone out and took a picture, lord knows when he could use it as blackmail.