Oook, So, this is chap two! Yay...enjoy!
Feathers
Castiel awoke in an strange place, he felt warm. And dim light filled whereever he was, he blinked. Yawning slightly as he gazed around, then he noticed something. An fluffy cat, more of an tan tabby curled around him.
"What has happened to me?" He mumbled, surpirse making his bright blue eyes wide. The cat looked down at him, an slight narrowing of her eyes made Castiel feel uncomable.
The tab tabby gazed at him for a moment longer, before sighing. "Blue eyes?" She mumbled, "Kit, name?"
Castiel blinked, before looking at himself, fur? Paws?..Am i..? He froze, "I'm a cat?" He asked bluntly, looking at the tan tabby whom snorted.
"Well, i suppose you are." She meowed, "Unless you think your a dog?" He gave a faint growl, this cat was mocking him! "Now, what did your mother name you? And why would she leave you in the wild dear?"
Mother? Wild? Leave? Castiel suddenly sighed, letting the moss enloom around him. "My name is Castiel, i'm not a cat. I am an angle of the lord." He said bitterly, was this a punishment? He had spent lots of time with the two Winchesters, and if the other angles and his Father sought for a punishment. What wouldn't be better then cast an angle to become an furry cat?
The tan she-cat just rolled green eyes, "Angle of the lord?" She muttered, "Fine. Well, your in my farmland, i'm Sandy." The tan tabby meowed warmly, "I'll see that your fed, alright dear?"
Sandy? He shifted in the moss. "Alright." He muttered, letting him thoughts take over as the cat walked outside. Wheres Dean, and Sam? He looked around. Narrowing his eyes as he spotted faint outlines in the shadows. "Whos there?" He squeaked (which he hated, why did his voice sound so differnt?).
Castiel's jaw dropped, two golden eyes looked back at him. He sighed, shaking his head. "Gabriel, what have you done?"
Cut
A kitten, a bit bigger then him walked out. The cat was an ragged brown color, a few blound streaks of fur as the two golden orbs stared back at Castiel.
"What have I done?" Gabriel repeated his question with a wide smile. "Well, Cassie. I've done nothing, awoke in this place!"
Castiel stared at Gabriel before sighing. "Who else is here?" He asked, did any other angles grt transported around here?
Gabriel frowned. "Don't know, these farm-cats won't let a, "Young kit", out of their sight." The archangle replied climbing into the mossy nest that Castiel still layed in. "And you, brought you in here and I knew it was you." He meowed (meowed?) "Oh, yes were cats. Don't know why, or how. But, i do know that theres others!"
Others? Castiel got up, he still wasn't use to seeing Gabriel as a cat. And, for himself meowing as he spoke. "The one cat, Sandy. She brought me in here?"
Gabriel frowned, almost as if he was actuily thinking for once. "Yes, the tan cat? Well, lets just say that your two dear Winchesters are here too! Or, i felt their aura just awhile ago as these "Clan-cats" came to collect food from the farmcats."
"Dean and Sam are here?" Castiel asked, he had hoped for the two to be safe. But, then again sence when did the two ever be same and be out of trouble? Probily never, even before I met them. He thought bluntly, closing his eyes.
Gabriel smiled. "Right! And we need to find them! My powers don't really work here." He added, frustation mixed into his voice. "So, the two whom get out of stuff like this without powers, should help us. And thats why I need you Cassie!"
Castiel frowned, "Don't call me Cassie." He said, before looking around. "Who else is here? I see shadows, of well cats." He narrowed his blue eyes,
Gabriel shurgged. "Other then Sandy, theres Dove, Prickle and Ash." He said, yawning. "Now, if you so kindly would move over. I need my beauty rest."
Castiel side-stepped, glaring at Gabriel who plopped down onto the nest. Stealing 'bout half the nest to himself. "Angles don't sleep." He said matter-of-factly.
Gabriel opened one eye, "Well. Cassie, if you haven't noticed were not angles right now. Were cats, or so say kits." With that, the archangle closed him eyes soon followed by loud snoring.
Rolling his eyes, Castiel felt a sudden tiredness. Truth be told, he could use a nap too. If only I had my own bed! He glared once more at Gabriel, before sighing and curling up next to the older angle. He suddered, curling up. He never thought about cats much, how they ate. Or slept, or just ran threw life. But now, he was really wishing he lisioned to Sam about reading the one book list that the taller of the two Winchesters had said to read.
Then, before he even knew it. He was asleep beside his fellow angle.
