Fur against his nose, 'Meowwww.' A little more pressure behind the fur against his nose. 'Meoww.'

He suddenly jolted awake. Cas was awake and was pushing himself to Dean's face to wake him up, while meowing loudly. 'Hey little fella.' That earned him an angry growl, which was still high pitched. 'Yeah. You're too adorable to seem intimidating. Now, why are you being all whiney, huh?'

Cas jumped onto the coffee table and climbed onto the plate Dean had left there last night and sniffs at it, then looks back up at Dean and meows.

'Ah ha, you're hungry. Of course you're hungry. Well what do you want to eat? A sandwich? Steak?'

'Cats eat cat food, Dean. Come on even you know that.' Sam said as a matter of fact as he walks into the living room.

Dean sighed, 'Fine, come on Cas, we're going to the store.' He cupped his hands together and holds it in front of Cas, who happily jumped into them. As he walked outside he grabbed a blanket, so Cas wouldn't scratch up half of the leather of the Impala.

He put Cas on the dashboard and laid the blanket on the chair, putting Cas on it, who immediately started nailing in it the way cats do when they go to lie down. While they were driving Dean realised he would have to carry Cas through the store, he sighed, if they didn't know already, people would know that he was a friend of Bobby's.

He drives up onto the parking lot and turns off the engine, before he turns slightly to look at Cas, who curiously stared back at him. 'Okay so we're going into the store now, I'm going to have to carry you all the time okay? Don't start meowing or throwing some fit or try to run away, because everybody will think I'm crazy.' Cas meowed. 'Yes I know I already am.' He picked the kitten up and got out of the car.

As he entered the store the bell chimed happily causing the cashier to look his way, 'Hello sir-' He stops as he realises the tough man who just walked in was holding a small kitten. He quickly looks back to whatever he was doing.

'Okay Cas, let's see where they've got Cat food. He browsed the isles, Cas purring happily in his arms. He walked into a small girl with her mother.

'Aww, can I pet her?'

Dean cringed a little. 'He's a he.' Cas looked up at him with a look he believed was pleading, so he sighed and handed Cas over to the girl for a moment. 'Fine.' All the while she held Cas, he was jealously staring at the girl scratching Cas behind his ear and hugging him. 'Yeah okay, that's enough, I'd like to have him back now.' He reached down and quickly took the tiny angel-kitten back.

'He's so adorable!' He heard the girl squeal behind him to her mom.

'Yes you are adorable, you little pumpkin.' He grumbled, half to Cas and half to himself. 'Now let's see, is there a difference between dry and wet food?' He looked at the boxes and bins in front of him with a frown on his face. 'You know what, why don't you choose, you're the cat here anyways.' So he lifted Cas and held him in front of the shelves.

The cat's nose shot to the right to the cans with wet food, making Dean chuckle. 'Wet food it is.' The cat meowed happily and bumped his head against Dean's hand. 'You're an affectionate little cat, Cas.' He rubbed Cas' head and held him to his chest. He took a few different cans of wet food and paid for them at the counter.

'First cat?'

Dean looked down at Castiel, 'Uhm, yeah, sure. Of course.'

'What's her name?'

Dean sighed, 'Hís, name, is Castiel.' He snapped back.

'Oh I see. If you buy a leash, you don't have to walk around with him in your arms all the time?'

'No thank you, I'd just like to pay for my stuff and go.'

She bowed her head and quickly scanned the items and put them in a bag. He dumped some money on the counter and walked out, his angry-pout-face game strong. He couldn't have been that intimidating as he wanted, with a kitten on his arm.

Dean sat down in the impala and put Cas on the passenger seat. Quickly Cas jumped in his lap, curling up there. 'Cas no, I need to drive.' But he didn't actually sound angry or anything. Because who could get angry at an adorable kitten with big blue eyes staring at you, who just wanted to sleep in your lap. So instead he just petted the purring kitten and kept on driving.