Pairings/characters: no pairing, Dean, Castiel, Sam, Ruby
this is meant to be funny.
Disclaimer: not owned, just adored
Warnings: not Ruby bashing, swear word/s other than that,none that i'm aware of, if you see something let me know.
Summary: All Sam could think was W......T.....F.
Sam and Bobby where just about to go and look for the two kittens, when Castiel staggered into the room, worried Sam went and picked him up, only to figure out exactly what was wrong when he smelled the winged kitten.
"Uh....Bobby."
"What, is he alright."
"Were you by any chance, having a drink before we arrived?"
"Yeah, I had a shot of whiskey, why?"
"Did you leave the bottle open, by any chance."
"I think I did, wait are you telling me an angelicat drank my whisky."
"Yep, Cas here is completely Sloshed."
"Well, he can't have drank the whole bottle, that much alcohol would kill something his size."
Going into the room where Bobby had left the open bottle, it didn't take them long to notice that yes, the entire bottle was on it's side and empty, and no Castiel had not drank all of it, Dean had been halfway off the table when they came into the room, from the looks of the equally soused Dame lying on the floor, he had been hiding from her when he'd knocked the bottle over, of course, being Dean, there was no way he was letting such a high quality drop go to waste, Sam knew it had to be Dean, Cas wasn't one to drink unless Dean prompted him, and unless the dog was telekinetic, there was no way she could have knocked the table hard enough to spill the drink.
"DEAN!!!"
"Rowrrr."
There was a muffled thud as Dean fell off the edge of the table.
"What have I told you about touching my whiskey?"
"Mreow."
"Right you can't answer me."
"Actually, we devised a way to communicate in the car."
The look Dean gave Sam could have shattered glass.
"Ok, what is it?"
Sam proceeded to give Bobby the basics of kittenified communication.
"Ok, Dean, did you knock over my whiskey?"
"Meow, meow, meow."
"haven't I always told you not to touch the whiskey?"
"Meow, meow, meow."
"Did you not just drink the whiskey."
"Meow, meow, meow."
"Now, do you have anything to say for yourself."
There was a long silence.
"Meow."
"What does that mean again Sammy."
"It means he needs to go to the bathroom."
The explanation came just a little too late as Dean was promptly sick on Bobby's boots, weaving his way over to the practically comatose Dame, Dean climbed onto her fur and passed out, as one Bobby and Sam turned to the only creature in the house that was still awake, Castiel was now almost completely sober, even as a cat, he was still an angel, looking at the two furious looking humans, he decided the best thing to do was sleep as well, just until things had cooled down a little, climbing onto the nearest seat, he folded his wings as best he could, wrapped his tail around his nose and closed his eyes, it only took him a few seconds to fall asleep.
TBC
