Dean walked at about the same speed back as he did there, and Castiel was no longer running back and forth. In fact, Dean lost Cas a couple times before he trotted quickly to catch back up. He began to get lost in his thoughts, about the other night, watching the fireballs hurl to the earth an light up the clouds. His angel's grace cut from him and tearing to pieces in his arms. His Sammy in the hospital, hardly recovering despite how hard he tried to hide it from Dean. He began to think about the breakfast and the movies and the.. Cuddling. He turned his head to look sideways at Cas but his eyes met nothing but air. He stopped abruptly, and looked about frantically. "Cas?... CAS?!" He yelled louder as no response came from anywhere, and he began to back track to look where he might have lost his little puppy. "Cas? Where are you man? Cas?!"

Tagging along behind Dean now, his super-high beginning to wear off... But not by much. Several times he'd stop to look at his reflection, getting completely caught up in only seeing his human face and not the angel grace shining behind his eyes - the little things humans were blind to, like his wings before they were stripped of him as well. He half wondered how his brothers and sisters were faring... And if he ran into them, would he even be able to tell them apart since they were all human and trapped in their vessels (now their /own/ bodies) too...? Eventually Castiel lost track of when Dean had started walking further ahead, and a soft noise from nearby caught his attention. Looking down to his left, Castiel watched as a tiny black creature scurried down into the shadows of an alleyway. He didn't even think twice before following it. It was a kitten, hardly two months old, with white paws and bright green eyes. Smiling as he approached the small being, he bent over and reached for it, but the kitten mewed and took off deeper into the alley, passing overturned garbage bins. "Come back, little cat, I will not hurt you... I only wish to help!"

Dean heard some scuffles through an alleyway and so he decided to stroll down it. Hearing a familiar voice softly yelling, he walked a little faster, attempting to catch up with Castiel, barely seeing him turn a corner. "Cas! C'mon man what're you doing?" He continued to follow quickly, yet silently.

The kitten continued to evade Castiel until they reached a dead end, a chain fence too tall to hop, and with links too small for it to slip through. He didn't even hear Dean approaching from behind anymore, but knelt on the ground in front of the small cat, ushering it up protectively into his arms despite it's mewls of protest. "Sshhh, I shall take care of you, little one..." He promised, thumbing it's soft fur, slightly alarmed to feel its ribs and spine - it made his heart ache to see a creation of the lord in such a state. It had obviously been going hungry for quite some time.

By the time Dean had caught up with Castiel, the man was knelt on the pavement infront of a fence talking to the ground, it seemed. "Cas, what are you doing?" He wasn't frustrated, per se, but he was rather confused about the situation, and just wanted an answer. When Castiel stood finally and turned to face him, he noted a tiny black object in his arms. He moved closer to Castiel, slowly, to get a better look at what he niw saw was a kitten. A very sickly looking one, so skinny it was surely near death. "A kitten?" He reverted hus eyes from the creature and looked at Castiel.

With some more gentle coaxing and soft words, eventually Castiel managed to get the kitten to stop struggling. It relaxed into the crook of his elbow against his chest, purring under the touch of the ex angel's fingers. "I'm sorry Dean," without looking up from kitten, he stood and turned to face him. "He needs my help... Can I keep him...?" They met eyes, and Castiel's ocean blues were full of compassion for the little creature he held. He didn't want to abandon it.

Dean normally wasn't keen on pets, but the look in Castiel's eyes softened his heart, and the condition of this poor animal had him sold. "Yes, of course you can." He said. He gave Cas a soft side smile as the happiness lit up in his eyes, "but... That means you take full responsibility! We'll go buy some cat food on the way." He waved his hand for Cas to come, and they walked side by side until they found a pet store for supplies. He ordered Castiel to wait outside as to not worry the workers about anything, and it took him a while to find the right food and he bought a small bag of indoor kitten chow and a few cans of Fancy Feast. He returned and opened the bag to hand Cas a handful of kibbles to feed the kitten until they made it back.

Lighting up as Dean agreed he could keep him, Castiel nodded in thanks. "Yes, I can take full responsibility..." Though he knew next to nothing on how to care for cats, and he would likely need a bit of help with it at first, it wouldn't take long for him to do it on his own. He had always been a fast learner. On the way back, as Dean went in to fetch some supplies, the kitten had fallen asleep, content and warm in his arms. When Dean came back, they proceeded on back to the motel room, Castiel entering first and sitting on the edge of the bed and keeping the baby cat cradled against him. He knew he should probably wake it up, or place it on the mattress to prepare everything it would be needing for the next little while, but he was reluctant to let it go. Looking up at Dean helplessly, he flashed the hunter a sheepish smile. "I... What should I do now?"

Dean took a few ofthe pillows from one bed and fluffed them together in a pile, "lay him down, let him rest. You can feed him when he wakes up." He let Cas do as instructed as he put on another movie at low volume, Lion King. He came back, and with the beds still pushed together, he let the kitten sleep between them. "You should make sure you have a few kibbles for him to munch on once he wakes up, but dont feed him too quickly, his stomach will burst if you do that."

Laying the kitten down gingerly on top of its makeshift bed on the pillows, he did his best not to wake the little thing. It hardly stirred, except to purr softly under Castiel's touch before drifting back into sleep. The sound pleased him greatly, and only once he was sure it wasn't going to get up and scamper off, did he finally stand to fetch a small paper dish off of a counter nearby and lay it on the floor. He poured in a few kibbles, hoping that what little he /did/ put in there wash going to be too much. Digging through the bag of supplies Dean brought from the store, he pulled out a plastic bowl and filled it with water before placing it beside the food. He'd worry about a box for the cat to relieve itself in after it woke up, but for now he simply crawled back up onto the bed with Dean and laid with the kitten in between them, trying not to disturb it. "Thank you, Dean..."

Dean simply nodded and kept his eyes towards the screen. He remembered the first time he saw this movie, young enough that Mary was still pregnant with Sam, and he remembered crying when Mufasa died, and it was still a painful scene but surely no longer enough to bring him to tears, after everything he's seen now. It dawned on him that Cas might not take it so lightly, though, considering he freaked out at Blazing Saddles. As the stampede was storming through the pass, he started to watch Cas for his reactions.

Though he was slightly distracted by the dozing kitten resting on its pillow in between them, Castiel brought the main focus of his attention back to the movie. He surprisingly found it much more enjoyable than Blazing Saddles and Braveheart. The young lion was disobedient and prideful, but even so, his father - the king - loved him so... And Cas found himself trying not to reference this to his own existence. Watching as the wildebeests trampled through the gorge, and Simba later found his father lying dead, Castiel sat up suddenly with a choked noise, eyes pricking with moisture. "I-! D-Dean~! He can't be..." But he was. Mufasa was dead, and now the uncle scar was trying to kill Simba as well, so that /he/ could be ruler... It was shocking, how painful this was to him. "H-how is this a... A children's movie...?!" His expression was completely distressed and devastated. Reaching out instinctively to clutch at Dean's sleeve, his fingers dug into the material as the young lion fled the hyenas. "This is so... So /tragic/..." He was so new to emotions, it was almost cruel what the hunter was putting him through.

Dean tried his best to hold his laughter back, but nonetheless small noises escaped him. Cas was a little cute, and Dean concurred with himself that he could watch Cas freak out at movies all the time. He looked ar Cas to discover watery eyes, and with one breaching the bottom lid, quickly travelling to his cheek, Dean wiped it with his thumb. "It's okay, Cas, everything works out eventually, just watch." He smiled.

Hearing the suppressed snickering, Castiel whipped his head around and glared at him through his glassy eyes. "It's not- funny! Why are you laughing?" He demanded, huffing as Dean swiped a tear from his cheek. Turning away stubbornly, yet keeping his grip on the other's sleeve, he continued watching the movie as the kitten continued to doze in between them.

he contued to monitor Castiel's reactions as the movie played on. the young cub turned into an adult lion, with his two unorthodox companions, and then the female from before found him and after some debate, Simba chose to go back, seeing the devastation to his home. He looked to Cas, "this is my favourite part" he whispered as Timon and Pumba did the luau, and he erupted in laughter, but not too loud as to not disturb the sleeping figure.

Eventually the ex angel calmed himself enough to sit back again to enjoy the movie, half curling around the kitten with his head next to Dean's. He laughed too - a noise that was still foreign to him - and he covered his mouth to stifle the chuckles. "... I think I've found my favourite film," he decided.

Large, happy lines creased Dean's features when he smiled at Castiel and when the movie ended happily he got up to exchange the discs for his all time favourite trilogy: Back to the Future. When he crawled back with that smile still on his face, he looked to Cas again, "these will change your life forever" he said excitedly.

While laying on the bed and watching Dean change the films, he noticed how late it was becoming - they'd done naught but watch movies all day. It was getting harder and harder to stay awake, feeling all of his previous energy drain out of his limbs and mind. He was more exhausted than he thought... Perhaps this was what humans called a 'caffeine crash'. Doing his best to not show his fatigue to Dean, he slowly trudged up off the bed and dug in the motel room mini fridge to pull out what was left of his fries and burger. It didn't look or smell too appealing when cold, so he heated it in the microwave until it was suitably warm. Bringing it back to the bed and sitting up so the container was on his lap and he could watch the movies without passing out, he hummed contently and chewed through his burger slowly. Taking up a fry, he was about to put it in his mouth when he glanced at Dean out of the corner of his eye... He held it out to him instead, a silent offer.

Despite his excitement for his movies, he was getting quite drowsy. He chomped on the fry that was offered to him, and then he let himself slump down further, nestling into the pillows that the kitten also rested on. He found himself having trouble keeping his eyes open, but he still mumbled a few quotes here and there, but before he knew it, he was passed out. He slept deeply for the first time in a while, with Cas by his side, separated only by a kitten. He woke slowly by a small mewling noise. He felt something on his face, and he opened his eyes to find the kitten had woken and was pawing at him. He let out a soft laugh and sat up, Cas wasn't awake yet, so he shook him lightly, while the cat continued to crawl on him.

Castiel watched Dean hunker down on the bed after a while, and once he finished his food, Castiel followed. Laying back with the pillow and kitten in between them, he kept his eyes open for as long as he could, before giving up and curling on his side. Tucking his forehead next to Dean's chest (without touching so he wouldn't wake him) the ex angel softly fingered the kitten's tiny paws. Smiling, he drifted off into sleep...

Morning came too quickly. When Dean shook his shoulder to try and wake him, he turned his face into the blankets with a tired grunt. It was only when a warm little paw sank into his hair did he finally open his eyes. Lifting his head, which ended up pushing the kitten onto Dean's face, Castiel flashed a sleepy smile as he reached up to pet the slender cat. "'Morning..." He greeted, before stealing the cat by lifting him up and rolling over to place him on his chest.

With the ability to now sit up properly he did so, and watched Cas pet the cat and smile and make faces at it. However, he couldn't ignore how much it was meowing. Though the cat could hardly let out a crackled noise, Dean knew the sound of hunger. "Why don't cha feed him? I will gather newspaper and a box" Dean suggested as he slipped off the bed and started looking around for some kind of box. He ended up having to go out to the back of the building, he came back with the best, least rotted box he could find, and set the morning paper inside it after separating pages.

Sitting up after a while with the kitten cradled in his palms, Castiel nodded. He hadn't yet showed the cat where his food was. While Dean went off to go collect a box, he brought the little wiggling creature to the plate of food and sat him down in front of it. Immediately the cat began eating the little kibbles, and Castiel knelt beside it to watch with fascination... This cat made him feel fuzzy inside, and he hadn't even had it for 24 hours yet. Petting him while he ate and drank, he didn't turn around when Dean came back in and set up the litter box. "I think we should... Name him."

Dean came and knelt next to Castiel, "He's yours, you name him." He said plainly, he never really had pets, he never had to name anything. Nonetheless he ran through a few names in his head silently, waiting for Cas to suggest one.

Though Castiel knew that he was to have full responsibility over the cat, that he /owned/ him, he'd never actually had to name anyone or anything. Naming things was always for God and the humans, not for the angels... He lacked severely in the creativity department, but after a long while of watching the kitten eat, and grinning as it made a tiny hiccup/burp noise, he came closer to deciding on a name. One could tell already that this would be a very lively cat once he got his strength back. And if climbing on their faces, mewing until the humans woke up was anything to go by, he might turn out to be a little trickster... "Gabriel," Cas sighed, as the cat moved away from the now empty food-dish in search of more. He wouldn't be getting any until later, because Castiel didn't want to make him ill like Dean had warned him about. "His name will be Gabriel."