Hey everyone, I'm back again. I've been wanting to write for ages, but haven't time/motivation.

And my thoughts go out to everyone in America who have had to find out about the Orlando shooting, or have lost a loved one or are in fear for their lives. Stay safe all of you :33

Hope you have a great day!

Fez.

Dean hated the guy who lived next door to him.

Or rather, he hated his cat.

The thing was golden and scrawny with mocking amber eyes as it held Dean's boxers in his mouth.

The man next door had warned him about his cat a few weeks back when Dean had first moved into the apartment block, but Dean had thought it was a joke.

But now, as he slowly approached the cat, it really wasn't a joke.

To make it even worse, they were his stupidest boxers, with rainbows across them. He wasn't gay, at all, he preferred bi. One of his friends had brought them for him, for a gag gift. but the cat still had them in his jaws, and was running happily away from Dean every time he lunged for him, his tail flicking in challenge.

The only upside of this whole fiasco , was that Dean had actual clothe son. The cat must've climbed through the window and escaped out the door when Dean opened it to go and meet his brother. But now he was late, stuck chasing this stupid cat around the hallway of his apartment block.

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Who's a good cat?" he crooned, squatting down to try and tempt the cat closer.

There was a cough from behind him, and Dean jumped as the cat streaked past him, and towards the man -Dean recognised him as the man next door, Cassiel or something strange like that- now standing behind him. The cat was winding itself around his legs, purring through the mouthful of boxers.

"Is tat your cat?" Dean stood up quickly, brushing himself down. He had never actually seen the cat before this… incident, but there couldn't be many underwear-stealing cats in the block.

The man nodded, slightly red-cheeked as he crouched to tug the boxers out of his cat's mouth. He didn't bat an eyelid "I wasn't sure if I had shut the door properly this morning and I was just coming back to check if it was open or Gabriel had gotten out, and I find you." he chuckled lightly, and offered the underwear back to Dean.

Dean took it. "Does… Does he do this often?" he asked, glaring at the cat who was grooming himself on the floor.

Cassiel/next door neighbour man looked embarrassed. "He's stopped doing it as much. Sorry."

Dean waved him off, balling the boxers up in his hand. "Don't worry about it. As long as he doesn't do it again!" he joked, and Gabriel the cat hissed, before turning tail and running back to the apartment next to Dean's, through the ajar door.

"If he does it again, call me!" the man reached in his pocket for a pen and gestures for Dean to give him his hand. Dean held it out. "My name's Castiel, by the way. Sorry again!"

And with his number written in flowing letters on Dean's hand and pausing to check his door was shut properly this time, Castiel dashed off to wherever he had come from, leaving Dean standing, confused at what had happened, but definitely meaning to call the number.

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Dean's front door creaked open and the man looked up in surprise, pulling one headphone out of his ear. He stood up to investigate, only to find a scrawny cat crouched by his laundry pile, a pair of boxers already in his mouth.

"Oh, fuck, no again!" Dean groaned, immediately trying to grab the cat, who just darted out of his reach and away down the hall.

Dean glared after it for a second, before pulling his phone out and pulling up the contact name he had already saved.

"You'll never guess who just appeared and stole my underwear."

The only reply on the other end was, "Uh oh,"