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A/N: Got inspired to do another chapter today! Wanna thank CASISMYFAVORITE for taking the time to review my baby! Please get an account so I can reply. I always reply each review. Cas is my favorite too, you know.
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NO TIME FOR ANGST
BY ANGELWINGZ21
CHAPTER X: THE ONE WHERE DEAN NAMES THE NEW KITTEN
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Just a tiny scene here. Can't forget the rescued kitty!
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Dean is lying on the Novaks' rather massive black sofa, his head resting on a pillow on Castiel's lap. On his stomach sways the tiny black kitten his boyfriend rescued not two weeks ago. The furry thing keeps trying to fall asleep, but the blonde teenager keeps tickling and waking him up.
"Ah," Cas says distractedly, still staring at the historical fiction movie playing on TV. Dean opens his mouth obediently, and pale fingers slither a piece of juicy roasted pork into his mouth.
Apparently, they are enjoying family dinner time. At least, that was what he had been invited to the house for. Except, he just found an all you can eat buffet on the kitchen table, Balthazar holed up in his office, Xica speaking about projections and budgets and whatnot into a hands free device, Genevieve doing something in the basement, and Castiel filling up this plate with pasta and pork.
"Um…" was all he said, and Cas had looked up from filling his plate and tilted his head slightly.
"You get used to it. Come on; let's see what's on television. I'll feed you."
Dean thinks he can get used to getting hand fed.
The kitten meows, a tiny, nearly breathless cry that the blonde believes takes all of the little animal's energy to give. A needle-like fang manages to sink into the pad of his thumb and he hisses, but refuses to stop the stroking.
"He's tired, Dean. Please let him sleep," Cas chides him, still distracted by the movie. Apparently the man was playing around with wolves. Whatever; no cowboys present in the movie, no attention given to the movie.
"But he's so cute!" Dean tells him in a baby voice as he pulls the kitten higher towards his chest. "Just look at him."
"He'll be even cuter asleep. Ah."
Open mouth. Receive pasta.
"No' wit' doshe peepersh closhed."
"Please don't speak with a full mouth."
Dean ignores him in favor of bothering the kitten until he opens his eyes again. He's met with an annoyed quicksilver gaze, before the feline blinks and looks elsewhere, trying to settle down again.
"You should name him," the brunette tells him, and Dean tries to see his boyfriend's face past the plate floating in the way.
"Dude, he's your cat. You name the little guy."
Castiel hums. "I named Grace," he counters, and the gray cat meows softly in recognition from her rest draped over her owner's feet. "Name this one."
The sixteen-year-old looks down to his chest again, where the kitten has curled into an even smaller shape. He rests his hand over it, and marvels at how he covers it up completely.
"It's so tiny," he murmurs absentmindedly.
"Please don't name him Tiny."
"But he is!"
"Be more original. Ah."
More pork, this time.
"Awrigh'."
"Chew, Dean."
"Mhm."
Dean spends the time it takes him to chew on the meat to think.
"His fur's jet black, Cas. How did you see him in the dark?"
"The headlights silhouetted him. Caught the movement. Scared me, actually. Thought it might've been something else."
"What, like a mini chupacabra?"
"You never know what could be out there," Cas answers in such a flat tone that a shiver runs up the blonde's spine. What could be out there?
"A creature of the night, huh?" and Dean wakes the little animal once again, this time raising him high above his face, causing Cas to shift as he tries to move his plate out of the feline's way. "Bet something pretty bad happened to your parents."
"Dean…"
"Bet you were the only survivor."
"That's horrible, Dean."
"Bet you fought you're way through cold, and weariness, and hunger."
"Now that's just dramatic."
"But then Cas swooped in, and you rose away from the Dark, like…like…" and the name hits him like a ton of bricks. "Aha!" the blonde cries out as he sits up straight abruptly. The brunette does some pretty impressive arm contortions to get the food away from danger. "I've got it, Cas!"
"That's great." Dean ignores the sarcasm tainting the voice behind him.
"This kitty you see right here: he is The Night. He is…Batman!"
There's a pretty long silence following his awesome naming moment.
"You're serious." Dean ignores the resigned tone.
"Deadly," he answers, quite proudly.
Batman swipes sleepily at his wrist once, before just giving up and falling asleep still clutched high above them all.
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TBC
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A/N: I have a beta fish called Optimus Prime...
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