Dean grumbled as his phone rang, not wanting to deal with people or the world at that particular but his heart gave a little flutter when he realized it was Cas. He hated to admit he was a little jealous when he found out his beau was currently hanging out with his butt buddy from his demon days, but he trusted Cas.
Still he felt a tingle in his belly and he knew his voice sounded cold when he answered the phone with a curt, "hey."
"Hello, Dean." Cas said through the receiver.
Dean waited for the angel to continue, but rolled his eyes in resignation when he realized that wasn't going to happen. "What's up, Cas?"
"Ar-are you angry?" Cas asked on the other line, and Dean felt himself melt a little. It wasn't Cas's fault he was in such a foul mood.
"No, Cas. I'm not angry I'm just... sad." Dean answered, sighing into the phone. He really wished the angel was with him but he felt pathetic saying it. Instead he changed the subject. "Any new leads on Lucifer?"
Cas sounded frustrated when he answered and Dean's heart went out to the angel. He knew how guilty Castiel felt for setting the Devil loose on the world. "No. Though I believe we have recruited Rowena for assistance when we do find him." Cas answered.
They sat in silence for a moment before, as always, Cas seemed to read Dean's mind. No matter the distance the angel always seemed to know what he was thinking. "How are you, Dean?"
Dean groaned internally, really not wanting to answer that question. "I'm fine, Cas." The hunter lied.
"No, you're not. Talk to me." Cas demanded and Dean sighed.
"I'm fine, Cas. I heard from mom, she's alright. She just needs space and I get that." Dean said, he felt a pang in his stomach as he said the words, but he meant them. He knew what it meant to need some time away from family.
"You're feeling rejected." Cas answered.
Dean closed his eyes, his fingers coming up to rub his tired eyes. "Yeah, a little."
Dean could practically hear the gears turning in his lovers head. "Your mother loves you, Dean." Cas told him, and Dean smiled a little despite himself.
"I know she does, babe." Dean said. "Listen, I am going to get some food and then grab some shut eye. Sam thinks he may have found another case already. I gotta tell you all about the last one when we have more time."
"Okay, Dean. Call me, if you need anything else. I love you." Cas answered.
Dean grinned. "I love you, too."
Half an hour later Dean was sitting in the kitchen with a plate full of sandwiches. He took a bite just as he heard the flutter of wings and followed by a high pitched whimper behind him. He spun around to find Cas in his kitchen, holding a wriggling mass of fur.
Dean's eyes went wide as Cas smiled at him happily. "Wh-what did you do, Cas?" Dean stammered as Cas held out a squirming black puppy to him.
"I saw on the internet that when people are sad, puppies can sometimes make them feel happy again. So I brought you one."
"Uh, that's great Cas, but who is going to take care of it and train it and raise it?" Dean questioned.
Cas moved forward and pressed the tiny whining creature into Dean's arms. The pup immediately started licking his chin and Dean smiled despite himself. Cas pressed his lips to Dean's in a quick kiss making Dean narrow his eyes; he had the strong suspicion he was currently getting played a little. "We will. Look, she already likes you." Cas insisted, as the puppy wriggled happily in Dean's arms.
Dean looked at her, and the pup struggled against him, trying to get to his face to give him more kisses. His eyes flashed back to Cas and his heart filled with love, knowing he couldn't ever resist giving the angel whatever he wanted if it just made him smile like he was right then.
He sighed. "Well I guess we have a puppy now." He relented, and Cas gave him a virtually gleeful smile that Dean could not help return.