Trench Coat Kittens

"Cas?" Dean opens the door to a dark bedroom that appears to be empty. Light from the doorway peers into the dark room like a candle at midnight. "Cas?" Dean asks once again. No answer. Dean begins to dig into his red flannel pocket, on his left, for his cellphone to call Cas. It was six in the afternoon, and he hadn't seen Cas since noon. He had gotten upset at Cas for bringing too many stray animals to the bunker and spending every dime they had to feed them. After the argument Cas had disappeared crying.

Dean searched up Cas' contact and hit Call. After listening to a minute of annoying ringing, the answer machine message finally picked up: "I don't understand why you want me to tell you my name, who are you, anyway?" Dean chuckled at Cas' innocent confusion and left a message. "Hey Cas, I didn't mean what I said earlier. You can bring as many stray animals as you want to the bunker. Please just come back home?" Dean stops for a second and scratches the scruff on his face, and thinks to himself. He just called the bunker home, when they never really had a home. For years, they have always rented dirty hotel rooms and slept in the impala when they were on the road.

"Anyway, Cas. You mean the world to me, and I love to see you happy. I don't care if we have to sleep with 1 million cats in our bed, I just want you to be happy. Ok, I love you." Dean releases the phone from his face and clicks End. Dean quietly shuts the bedroom door and walks down the hallway to Sam's room. The bunker was completely silent and all Dean could hear was his own booted footsteps pounding down the hallway on the cold tiled floor. As he reaches Sam's door, he stops and thinks about how his life would have worked out without Castiel. Although it was his "destiny" to be rose from perdition and to be destined to be used as Michael's vessel, he would have never have been rose from Hell without him, and they wouldn't of had much luck stopping the apocalypse. Cas practically saved there asses a million times over, and still would be willing to. Cas was his angel. Dean gets to Sam's door and knocks. "Sammy?" Dean sighs and looks down at his boots.

Sam opens his bedroom door, holding the rim of the door with his right hand, and reveals his nice orderly room. "Dean." Sam says looking at his brother in the eyes, clearly tired. Seeming like he just gotten out of bed, he was wearing his favorite pajamas, his favorite blue flannel pants and white V-neck T-shirt. "Everything ok? Is Cas home yet?" Dean notices how Sam uses the word "home" to describe the bunker, like he did just a minute ago, and smiles. As fast as Dean's smile appears, it disappears just at quickly.

"No, not yet. I'm sorry if I woke you, Sammy. You can go back to bed." Dean quickly sputters out apologetically, clearly uneasy, and starts to turn to leave.

"Wait, Dean. What's wrong?" Sam asks, scrunching up his eyebrows and forehead. "We can talk, I wasn't even sleeping that well anyway. Matter of fact, I was just getting up to get some water." Sam smiles timidly, trying to get Dean to decide to open up to him. "Do you want to come in?" Sam motions his hand inside his room, inviting him in.

"Yeah, sure." Dean turns back towards Sam, defeated, and walks in, passing Sam.

"Okay." Sam turns back into his room, and sits down on his bed. "So you seem upset," Sam's eyes sparkle with compassion. "What's wrong, Dean?" Sam joins his hands together and places them in the middle of his lap, looking down. Dean begins pacing the bedroom, driving himself crazy. "Do you- do you want to sit down…? Sam coaxes.

Dean stops pacing and says, "No. I mean, Yes." and sits down next to his brother, sighing. Dean starts fiddling with his thumbs, and looks up at Sam. "I just want him to be happy. Hell, I want all of us to be happy but he was driving me up the wall, Sammy. We were running out of money for supplies when he was constantly bringing home animals and feeding them. I get why he does it, I just- sometimes I just don't know how to deal with it. You know what I mean?" Dean flashes his eyes back down at his palms and sighs once again.

Sam swallows. "We're Winchesters, Dean. Our father didn't raise us to be "soft". Of course over the years we've both grown to love Cas, you more than others. And we love to see him happy and his bringing home animals makes me happy too. It brings light into both our lives. It's just a little different for us Winchesters. I probably don't make any sense, I'm a little tired. But you get my point right?" Sam yawns.

Dean looks back up at Sam and smiles a little. "Yeah I understand, Sammy." Dean looks in Sam's mirror and see's the mess that he's become, even more so in a few hours without Cas, and his smile disappears. "Sammy, I love him so much. I don't know what I'd do without him. A few years ago, you would've never even thought that this angel with a stick up his ass, would become the love of my life. I never really wanted to admit my feelings for him. I was too scared. But now, I would scream to every corner in the world and tell them that I am in love with an angel. They could put me in hell for what I'm feeling for Cas, but I will never deny or doubt my feelings for Cas ever again." Dean looks at Sam triumphantly. "He can bring home as many stray animals as he wants, I just want to see him smile for the rest of my life."

Sam smiles, glad that his brother has finally become happy with someone. Meanwhile, Dean thinks of the look on Cas' face when he cuddled a small kitten a few weeks ago, and the way the light around him illuminated every corner of his own life.

"Do you really mean it, Dean?" Cas says, snapping himself back into Sam's room, after hearing the previous conversation. In both of Cas' trench coat pockets holds two kittens, meowing softly. Dean laughs.

"I meant every word." Dean says smiling, rising from Sam's bed to hug Cas. "I love you, my angel." Dean says, turning his head away from Cas' left shoulder to look him in the eye.

"I love you too, Dean." Cas says as he turns his head to kiss Dean. Dean gave him so much confidence.

Sam clears his throat. They both got so caught up in each other that they forgot that Sam was in the room. Cas and Dean chuckle, apologizing to Sam.

"Get a room, you guys." Sam laughs.