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.

It was a long time before Dean gave up on running away from Bobby and his camera, he still hated every minute of it, but contrary to popular belief, Dean was not a stupid man, or cat, as it were, He knew that letting Bobby take the pictures, would make the research on how to change them back start a lot quicker, so he gritted his sharp teeth and bore through the feelings of humiliation, besides, he could always "accidentally" kill the camera when he was back to normal, and the camera's microchips, and Bobby's computer, and any other evidence pertaining to his sudden attack of cuteness, Dean Winchester was not cute dammit.....ok he was cute, he'd seen his furry self in the mirror and he was a handsome hunk of kitty-flesh, if ever there were such a thing.

Dean was pulled from his musings by a low whuffing sound coming from behind him.

"Cas, it's the fucking dog run."

He and Castiel both bolted, they raced around the rooms, wondering where Bobby or Sam were, but they couldn't find them, so they both charged into the lounge room and clawed their way up the legs of a very high table, Dean scrambled onto the table top first, in his rush he didn't notice the open bottle until it was too late.

"Shit!!"

It seemed to tumbled over in slow motion, Dean unable to catch it with his tiny kitty paws, could only watch it fall, it was almost surreal, watching the amber colored liquid spill from the bottle with a cat's eyes, it looked completely different.

"Screw this, I'm not letting Bobby's whiskey go to waste, it's far to good a drink, Hey Cas, drink up."

"Are you sure about this Dean."

"Of course I'm sure, come on, it's already spilling over the side."

"Very well Dean, just this once."

And with that, both of the kitten's started drinking, the sounds below them said that the wannabe hellhound was doing the same to the drops.......mini waterfalls, that flowed over the edge of the table, it didn't take long for the alcohol to affect the pint-sized winged Castiel kitty, he had clearly never drank grog before.

Using what little clarity he had left, Castiel decided to go and find the two humans in the household, unlike Dean he knew it was getting late, crawling forwards on his belly, he eyed the nearly passed out dog, aiming carefully, he performed a sort of sliding roll, landing himself right on the now harmless hounds exposed stomach,

He froze as the dog whuffled slightly, before it settled back down, wriggling slightly, he flopped off the nearly asleep dog and staggered through the nearly dark house, before finally getting a whiff of what smelled like Sam had in the car.

Stumbling into the room that the scent was coming from, he was pleased to find out that he was right, although watching the enormous Sam coming towards him at high speed was a little nauseating, as was the sudden movement as he was picked up, Castiel was somewhat proud that he managed to keep his roiling stomach inside his body, although being called an angelicat was rather cool..... he starting to sound like Dean, he just knew it.

Especially as he was thinking just how much he was going to enjoy it when they tried to "discuss" the drinking with Dean, after all Dean had drank way more than he had, it would be rather amusing to watch Castiel thought.

TBC