Castiel examined the features of Dean's face, who was looking somewhere off in the distance and didn't notice the fallen angel staring at him. He was thankful for this, knowing Dean would probably feel awkward if he caught Castiel looking at him like this. He observed the chiseled cheekbones just under the edges of his gleaming emerald eyes, which seemed to have little bits of sparkling diamonds scattered around the rich green color. His hair was wonderfully natural, a little messy, but still soft and simple and a beautiful light chocolate color. And his lips, which were a delectable shade of pink, not too light but not too dark. And so kissable.
He hesitated a moment. He'd been having thoughts like this regarding Dean for a long time, even before he raised him from Hell. While the other angels were busy doing all sorts of things in Heaven, Castiel had always been focused on Earth and the mesmerizing creatures it held. He had watched Dean the year before he died and went to Hell. He remembers how upset he was when Dean seemed to hate him in the beginning.
All he could think of was how happy he was that Dean didn't feel that way anymore. As an angel, he could've tapped into Dean's mind any time he desired and seen if there were any feelings toward him, but he never did so. He felt like he owed Dean more than that. He wanted Dean to have privacy, and most of all he wanted Dean to be able to trust him.
"Cas!" His surroundings shattered around him, similar to the way a pane of glass would break if dropped onto a sheet of concrete. He jolted awake.
"Dean…" he said groggily.
"What are you doing in here, man?"
Castiel looks around, analyzing his new surroundings. He was in Dean's room. Slowly, he starts to recall the events of last night. It was in middle of the night, and he was having a nightmare of the angels falling from the sky as he stood helplessly from the ground beneath. This was a common image in his mind these days. He had woken abruptly, tears in his eyes, and decided he didn't want to be alone. He left his own bed to go to Dean's, and quietly snuggled between the blankets on the uninhabited side of the bed. Dean didn't wake up, and Castiel was glad. He quickly fell asleep as he listened to the steady heartbeat coming from the man on the other side of the bed.
"I got lonely. I apologize, Dean. I won't do this again." Cas gets up and begins walking to the door, only to be stopped by Dean's hand grasping his forearm, sending a shiver across Castiel's skin. He stops and turns.
"It's okay. I get it. You don't have to sneak in, though. Wake me up next time so I almost shoot you again." Finally, the fallen angel notices the gun with the fancy cream-colored engraved handle in Dean's hand. He puts it back into the drawer where it came from.
"I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to worry you."
"Would you quit apologizing? I already told you it was okay. Let's just go get ready. I have some big plans for today." Dean leaves the room for the bathroom before Cas can say another word. He must want these plans to be a surprise.
After about an hour, Sam, Dean, and Castiel are showered and ready for the day.
"I don't think I ever thanked you for allowing me to wear your clothes, Dean." He smoothes out the dark blue button up shirt he is wearing and hitches up the jeans, which are a little too big on him.
"Well, what did you expect us to do? Let you walk around naked?"
Suddenly, Castiel feels his cheeks getting hot. He raises his hand to feel them. Worried, he wonders if he's getting sick. How long does it take for a fever to catch? "I think I might have a fever," he says, squinting his eyes slightly as he feels his other cheek only to find the same thing.
The brothers start laughing. "You're not sick," Sam informs Castiel with a wide grin. "It's called blushing. It happens when you're embarrassed about something, but usually in a good way. Like how you were just thinking about walking around naked and Dean seeing you." Dean quickly throws a vicious glare at his brother, who in return just laughs harder. Now both Dean and the fallen angel are sporting bright red cheeks.
"Are we going to just stand around and wait or are we going to go?" Dean says, hastily grabbing the keys Baby as he rushes to the door.
Dean glances at his brother in the passenger's seat as he pulls into a parking space. "You have the money?" he asks. Castiel, sitting in the back seat as he always seems to do in the Impala, wonders why they are here. He looks around the strip mall surrounding them, waiting to find out which store they will be going into.
"Of course I brought the money!"
"Good, let's go."
"Where are we going?" Castiel asks.
The brothers ignore him and get out of the car, soon followed by their newly human ex-angel. Because Dean parked very close to the doors of the pet store, they are soon inside and Castiel begins looking around.
"Hello, welcome! Can I help you with anything?" a sale's associate asks Sam.
"We are looking for a kitten," Dean says, looking at Cas, who has taken an interest in a cage full of sleeping kittens in the back of the store. "I guess we are looking for those kittens," he laughs. The brothers and the sale's associate, named Alysa, according to her nametag, walk to meet Cas at the back of the store.
"Felines are so lovely…" he says when the others reach him. "Especially in this young age." He smiles, nearly cooing at the animals behind the glass.
The brothers laugh and ask Alysa to open the cage. Cas reaches in as soon as she complies and scoops one of the kittens into his arms. He runs his hand gently along his back, admiring his soft short fur. He wonders how long it has been since he has been this happy.
The kitten, still very tired, falls asleep in Cas's hands and he is alarmed when it starts eliciting a deep crackling tone. "He is vibrating!" he shouts and puts the sleeping cat in Dean's arms.
Sam laughs. "It's not vibrating, Cas. He's purring. It means he's content."
Dean begins petting the cat in a very mechanical manner. In response, the animal begins purring louder and starts licking Dean's fingers, which are gently scratching the kitten's chin. He sighs. Castiel, not understanding why and how Dean could possibly be upset, squints his eyes.
Sam, noticing the new human's confusion, clears it up. "Dean is allergic to cats."
"Oh. I apologize, Dean. I didn't know about that. I would not have put him in your hands. What are we doing in this store if you are allergic to the animals in it?"
"What do you think we're doing? We're buying a cat." With that, Dean drops the kitten into Sam's hands. Startled, the cat awakens and begins clawing at his new host's hands.
"Ow! Shit!" Sam quickly hands the cat back to Castiel, who gladly takes it. He settles back down again and drifts back into unconsciousness. Sam examines a deep scratch on his hands and sighs.
"This is the one?" Dean asks, ignoring his little brother's difficulty.
"You do not have to do this. I do not need a cat, and I am sure all it would do is cause havoc for you two."
"We already decided this is what we want to do, Cas. Now, is this the one you want?"
After a few more minutes of protest from the fallen angel, he finally gives in and accepts the gift. Alysa puts the kitten into a small box and hands it to Castiel. He takes it happily and walks to the door while Dean and Sam pay.
Back at the bunker a few minutes later, Castiel puts the kitten, which is amazingly still sleeping, into a small cat bed they bought along with a few other supplies at the store. He steps back and watches him for a while, admiring his lovely coloring. His body was a dusty sort of gray. His paws are white, along with his neck and stomach. His face had little splotches of caramel coloring strewn throughout, and he had subtle black stripes winding down his short tail.
"You still have to give it a name," Sam says, ripping Castiel from his previous state of deep thought.
"Oh. Yes. I thought about that in the car on the way back here. I think I have decided it should be named Chastity."
"Chastity? Like the hooker you freaked out in the whore house that one time?" Dean looks at him in disbelief.
"Yes. I thought it was a nice name."
At this point, Sam nearly doubles over in laughter.
"Yeah, maybe for a stripper. And a female! What, do you still think about her?" Dean questions, almost sounding offended.
"No! I just liked the name, that's all. And it isn't necessarily a women's name only."
Before Dean can fire back another argument, Sam, who has tears in his eyes at this point, pipes in. "I think it's a great name."
Cas looks triumphantly at Dean, who sighs. "Fine. Chastity it is. But I'm just going to call it what it is. It." Dean says, leaving to grab a beer from the refrigerator in the kitchen.
Castiel sits on the floor next to the kitten's bed and strokes his fur softly, smiling when he begins vibrating again like he did back at the store.
I couldn't resist, sorry lol
Thank you Perry123 for giving me the lovely idea. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. It's nice to have a distraction from the huge hole in my heart left from the season 8 finale you feel me
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