"Ooohhh CRAP!" Dean burst out, carefully lifting the fuzzy critter to eyelevel. "It's Cas allright." he said. "It's doing the Creepy Stare." Indeed, the little cat stared into Dean's eyes with the same intense stare Cas always used. Sam chortled. "Nice to know his personality is still intact." Dean glared at him. "Shut up. Sa..ha.. haaa... haaaaa- CHOOOO!" The kitten jumped up, all four legs springing at the same time, and it hissed adorably. "I'mb sowwy, Cas." Dean sniffled, as Sam bit his lip. "Ye don't know I'mb allergic to ca... ha... haaaa..." He pinched his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. Sam had switched from biting his lip to biting his cheeks. The kitten tilted it's head in typical Cas-fashion. "Yeah. Dat's Cas." Dean stated. "For whad id's worth, buddy, you bake an a.. haa.. haaaaa-CHOOOHOO!" Sam was now biting his right hand, while he wiped the tears from his eyes with his left. "...adorable kidden." Dean finished miserably.

The kitten glared at Sam, who was lying across the table, hiccupping softly. It jumped smoothly from Dean's hand and landed neatly on Sam's head. It trotted around a few times, mussing up the Perfect Sam-do, then hopped off again. It eyed its work smugly and in a flash, clambered up Dean's arm to come to a stop on his shoulder. Dean smiled at it. "Tanks buddy. Billyboy deeds to ged a sense of hubour." Sam just wiped his eyes dry and ran a hand through his locks. Having undone the kitten's work, he walked up to a cabinet, rummaged around and threw his brother a bottle of pills. "Here, Jerk. Your anti-histamines." Dean scrunched up his face. "Bidch. I don't wanda take dose. Dey bake by he.. heeehhh... HAAAACHOO!" This time, the kitten lost its ballance and toppled to the floor. Dean blanched. "Oh shid! Sowwry Cas!" He turned around. "GAAAAHHH! Sambyyyy! Dekkid Andel!" Sam frowned at him. "What?" Dean hopped up and down, pointing behind the table. "Dere! DEKKID... ANDEL!"

Sam peered around the table and promptly bit his right wrist again. Wearing nothing but a bemused expression, Cas sat on the floor, back to his full 6' angelic self. "SAMBYYYY... PUD CLODES ON ID!" Dean yelled, still hopping in place, now covering his eyes. "Oh dear. This is quite an unwanted situation." Cas declared simply. With a snap, his usual attire was back on. "Dean... Dean." he called softly. Dean peeked through his fingers. When he saw Cas was properly dressed, he lowered his hands. "Yes?" The panic was still trembling around that one word. "You should take the pills. You sound very congested." Dean glared at him, and then at Sam. "Scdew bodh of you! Don'd wanda. Besides, Cas is back do bein' an Andel. So I won'd reacdh andymore." Shrugging, Sam looked at Cas. "That's true..." he conceded. Cas frowned, hiccupped and disappeared.

"Whad de Hell?" Dean yelled, before slumping down. "Oh do..." he sighed, bending over to pick up the kitten again. "Whad's going on?" Sam snatched the little furball up and with lightning speed, clapped a hand over his brother's mouth. Handing him a mug, while keeping the kitten out of reach, he smiled triumphantly. "Swallow, and drink the coffee." he demanded. Grimacing, Dean did what Sam told him. "Bidch." Sam just smiled sweetly and scratched Cas' ears. Cas was radiating smugness. "Guess this wasn't a one time change, Dean." He sat down, kitten on his lap. Dean sighed. "Yah... bud I wand you do sdap on clodes as soond as you pop back, ok Cas?" The kitten nodded, and Sam swiftly put it on another chair. "Wha? Why'd you do dat?" Dean wondered. Sam bitchfaced him a sweet #10 (Dûh. Bobby would call you an idjet right now.) "I don't think Cas, or I for that matter, would appreciate it if he changed back whilst sitting on my lap. Dean shuddered. "Fair point. Hey! My allergies are clearing up."

Cas mewled, trying to get their attention. "What is it, Cas?" Sam asked. Cas dribbled around in a tight circle, his tail pointing straight up towards the ceiling, his tiny, black head tilted back to look up as well. "I guess he is trying to tell us we should clean the ceiling." Dean smirked. Cas levelled him a kitty stare and huffed. Then he sneezed cutely and Dean quickly covered his eyes. One finger snap later, he grinned apologetically at his friend. "Sorry, buddy. I'm not fluent in Kitty-speak." Cas frowned. "I was trying to intone that I should go to Heaven, to try and find out what this is about." Sam hummed in agreement and Dean nodded. "Good plan. You know I love you like a brother, but I don't wanna see your naked butt." Cas tilted his head and frowned in confusion. "You have seen Sam's naked butt often enough." Sam gawked. "EEP?" he asked his brother. "As a baby, Cas, as a baby... That's something totally different." Sam sagged a bit in relief. "Oh. My apologies. I didn't want to make you uncomf.. HICCUP! Mrow?" Sam sighed. "This could prove difficult, guys."

Patting Cas' head, Dean nodded, pouting in thought. The kitten sneezed and Dean jumped back, snatching his hand back from the dark haired angel. "Yeah. There is no telling when he will poof into a kitty-Cas." That earned him a glare from both hazel and cerulean eyes. "I do agree. Plus it is quite dangerous for me to travel like this. If I change during travel, I will drop. Plus with the velocity I will be traveling at, the feline body might get torn to bits when I change. I don't have my wings in that form." The Winchesters winced. "Don't worry, Cas," Dean comforted. "we'll.. "

"HICCUP, meeewww." Dean sighed and finished his sentence. "... find a way out of this mess. We always do."

"Mewew."