December 8th- Tinsel
After wrapping a decent amount of it around the bannister and placing some of it on the mantel piece, they still have left over tinsel.
"How did we end up with this much?" Sam asks, shaking a handful of metallic blue strands at Martha.
"I have no idea. Maybe we can put some on the TARDIS?" she suggests.
They're interrupted by the commotion of Cas and Dean returning home.
"We're not keeping it," Dean is saying, when Martha and Sam enter the kitchen.
What they are not keeping is a sandy colored tabby kitten peering out from the pocket of Castiel's overcoat. Sam thinks it's probably not the best place for a small cat, but the animal seems content enough, not even protesting as Cas moves around the kitchen, pulling out bowls.
"I wasn't asking," Cas says, filling one bowl with water and the other with cat food he must have gotten from the shelter. He fishes the kitten out of his pocket and places it on the counter next to the bowls. "He has nowhere else to go."
"You work at an animal shelter," Dean says slowly, as if Cas has forgotten. "Why can't he stay there?"
"It's always over-crowded this time of year," Castiel answers promptly, stroking the kitten's head.
Deciding someone should probably intervene, Sam steps in. "Dean, we are not getting rid of a kitten in this weather. Cas, we can't take in every animal they don't have space for."
"I know that," Cas says defensively, but he looks thrilled as he picks the kitten back up.
It's only when she returns with an armful of tinsel that Sam notices Martha had left. "I've got an idea."
She pulls a pair of scissors out of a drawer and begins to cut the tinsel into small pieces. Tossing one onto the floor, she tells Cas to put the cat down.
It really shouldn't be so consuming, watching a kitten scrabble over the floor after a scrap of tinsel. But it's hopelessly adorable.
