Cas walked forward. Eyes fixed, never deviating from his path. He was on a grocery run for the bunker. He normally would've teleported to and from his destination, but in this case he was enjoying the crisp winter air. A cool breeze blew across his face, ruffling his hair and disturbing his trench coat. Despite his stone cold expression and his brisk, unnerved pace, he was happy to be out. As he neared the bunker a soft, squeaky cry rang out from a gap in between some buildings. He turned his attention to the location and stopped. It continued to draw him in until finally Cas walked into the gap. He searched the surroundings, following the sound until he stumbled across a small bundle of fuzz. His eyes grew wide and he knelt down to touch it. It squirmed when he stroked it's back with his finger but leaned into the touch. Cas' heart melted. He picked it up gently and stroked its head. It was a small gray kitten with a white muzzle and white paws. He cradled the tiny feline in his arms against his chest. Its eyes weren't open yet. Its mother was nowhere in sight, and it would die on its own. It relaxed in Cas' warm grasp. He knew Dean would be mad, he knew Sam wouldn't want a cat in the bunker, but how could he leave it? It was so small, so desperate. Cas walked, groceries in one hand and a kitten in the other, back to the bunker. When he entered he put down the groceries and without a word quickly but carefully took the kitten upstairs. He set the animal down on a pile of blankets and pet it softly to make sure it was aware that he was there. For roughly half an hour he researched how to take care of a stray kitten. He teleported to the pet store, got powder formula and a bottle, and returned in less than 30 seconds. He would have to pay later. He scooped up the kitten and raced downstairs with it (carefully), and made it a bottle to hand feed it. The milk was just warm enough and after gentle coaxing the kitten began to excitedly suck the liquid from the bottle. Cas' could hear Dean's distinct footsteps approaching and he began to stare at the kitten guiltily.

Dean's figure appeared in the doorway and his face went from a relaxed gaze to a look of surprise, "Cas. I didn't hear you get back." Dean's eyes trailed down to the kitten, "What's that?"

Cas didn't respond.

Dean walked over to him and glared at the fluffy creature in the angel's hands, "A cat? Seriously? I sent you on a grocery run!"

Dean seemed more surprised than angry.

"I'm sorry Dean. It was alone."

"Not all cats have a home Cas! You can't keep them all." Dean reached for the kitten, "Let's put him back outside."

Cas' pulled out of Dean's reach, "Please let me keep it."

Dean looked at Cas for a long minute before shaking his head, "Too much work. We have enough on our plates as it is."

"Please? Compared to even the simplest of monsters a kitten is nothing."

Dean was about to respond until Sam walked in and his gaze lit up, "Is that a kitten?!"

Dean groaned, "Not you too . . ."

Sam looked at his brother with pleading eyes, "Please Dean! We've never had pets before."

"And for good reason too. We don't have time for animals."

Cas looked down at his cuddly treasure, "Dean, I swear to you on my worth as an angel that I will fulfill all of this cat's needs and wants and it will never bother you. Please. Let us keep it."

Dean struggled to keep a straight face at Cas' overly serious plea.

"Please?" Sam added pleadingly in a whiny voice.

Dean stared at the two individuals and their childlike exuberance. He could tell, even as he stares disapprovingly at the men that he would cave.

It seemed like minutes passed before he sighed, "I swear to Chuck, if I find cat hair in my room one time it's gone. Am I clear?"

Cas nodded vigorously and Sam beamed like a freshman on his first date.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Does it have a name?"

Cas thought, contemplating the best options before replying, "Zion."

Dean clapped his hands together and smiled condescendingly, "Great, now who's getting me pie?"

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HellCat18o: Not my first go around but it'll take me a while to get back into the -

Dean: What the heck?!

Sam: Shutup HellCat is talking!

Dean: This horrible interpretation makes me look like a wuss!

Sam: No it doesn't, it makes you look nice, but I don't think I'd BEG Dean for a kitten.

Dean: I don't even like cats!

HellCat18o: Well congratulations, you do now!

Cas: I like cats.

Dean: We know Cas. We know. This story has a terrible plot.

HellCat18o: It's a slice of life!

Dean: And?

HellCat18o: Guys! I need to be able to write more chapters okay! You're gonna have to suck it up. Cas isn't complaining!

Crowley: I am . . .

HellCat18o: YOU WEREN'T EVEN IN THIS STORY!

Crowley: Why do you think I'm complaining? We all knew you were a terrible writer. No surprise there. You need to get your characters more on point.

HellCat18o: *throws papers in the air* THIS WHY I QUIT THE FIRST TIME! Leave a suggestion or a critique if you want! It's always appreciated! Stay posted, more chapters soon . . .