It was a sight to see, the Viceroy of Heaven standing at the gates, finger raised in stern likeness, and a hound laid as close to the ground as one could be. It's eyes were wide, saddened in the way only a hound's could be when they know they've been caught doing something they shouldn't have been.
"What have I told you about biting Castiel."
He got a huff and a slight whine in return.
"I don't care how you personally feel, he is welcomed here by Father, so you will let him pass without harm."
A soft bark, more of a yap, and another huff.
"You know you can't bite people because you don't like them." He wagged his finger a bit, "That is not a viable excuse." The angel hound whined again, softly, crawling forward on all fours, "No, you now you did wrong. You know you did bad."
The hound crept forward once more, nudging his nose against the toes of the archangel, on of the rare days he wore his sandals, and his toes curled at the feeling of the wet cool nose that pressed against them, and he couldn't help but let his angered façade fade and he kneeled down to pet his head.
"Erathaol, whatever am I going to do with you?" he scratched a few fingers behind his left ear and smiled when the head of soft fur butt against his hand, "And, why can't I seem to stay angry with you?"
He gained himself a lick to the face, a long furred tail wagging happily at the attention he was gaining from his older brother. Michael chuckled at him, "Don't tell anyone I told you this." He took hold of the furry head and pressed a kiss to his nose, "But, good boy."
The hound quickly morphed before him, until he was left cradling both cheeks of the angel hound in his humanoid form, "So does that mean I'm not in trouble?"
"Oh no, don't be misinterpreted, you are still very much grounded."