[ The cat is very nice, yes, but... Oh, that's a crude joke of some kind Dean's making, isn't it. Dean, please. Castiel's expression is tense. This is serious. ]
I've asked them repeatedly to return to their home, but they've refused. They won't stop following me, and it's becoming a burden.
[ He gently sets the cat down to demonstrate, and sure enough, it takes a few steps, seemingly disinterested as it looks around the room... and then it sits directly on Castiel's shoe, pressed up against his leg, and doesn't move. Castiel looks back up at Dean entreatingly. ]
[ How much more seriously does he have to look at you with a serious frown for you to understand that this is serious, Dean. It's much more important than your slightly better than average "booty-call." ]
I'm hunted, Dean. Every day, my life is in danger. I can't be responsible for an innocent being following my every footstep.
[ He looks down at the cat, who is licking its paws, apparently not at all concerned by their raised voices. ]
I've tried to explain the danger to them, but they're refusing to see reason.
[ If Dean had really cared about Laura, he should have rated her higher than a 6 and Castiel wouldn't have interrupted. This cat is much higher than a 6 on the pussy-call scale that Castiel just invented. ]
Have you or Sam been followed by a cat before?
[ This is pertinent information Dean!!! You should've started with this. ]
[ What does her taste in movies even have to do with semi-anonymous sex? Just when Castiel thinks he understands you... You're so confusing, Dean Winchester. ]
I see.
[ Castiel crouches down and pets the cat, who arches into his touch and rubs its cheeks against his fingers. Dean's right, which means the cat must not want to return home. Perhaps it had a bad home life, and Castiel was foolish in believing that returning it there was in its best interests. Still, the problem remains. He can't keep fighting angels and demons and flying across the world with an innocent creature clinging to his coattails. Scratching the cat's cheeks, he addresses it, voice lilting up just slightly from its usual raspiness. ]
How would you like to stay with Dean and his brother Sam? He's very kind. ...Well, Dean is. Sam's morals are questionable, but I'm sure you would be safe with him, seeing as you're not a demon or an attractive female human.
[ he is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma.
And watching Cas talk to the cat, who clearly likes him, is probably one of the cutest damn things Dean's ever seen, and the shade he throws at Sam is admittedly 1) true and 2) frickin' hilarious.
Until Dean realizes Cas is suggesting the cat stay with them, to which Dean is shaking his head before Cas finishes the sentence. ]
Oh, no no. Sam and I can't haul a cat around the country, no way. [ Cooped up in a car with a cat? Dean would never stop sneezing, and Sam would lose his mind. ]
[ Castiel doesn't pause in petting the pussy, but he does look up at Dean with a frown. Of course Dean is resistant. He's infinitely kind; he wants to protect the cat as much as Castiel does. But Castiel knows the Winchesters, and the cat would be safer with them than anyone on Earth. ]
They need a home, Dean. You don't fly. You keep motel rooms with locks, and salt, and hex bags when you're out on hunts. Your vehicle has a spacious back seat.
[ He's still steadily stroking the cat as he frowns at Dean, but the cat has stopped paying attention to Castiel, because wait!!!! Is that someone in the room who's allergic to cats??? Who wants nothing to do with them????? Like blood in the water to a shark, the cat lifts its head away from Castiel's scratching fingers, and beelines right over to Dean with haughty high steps. It immediately begins arching against Dean's legs and meowing.
Castiel smiles to see it. Look, Dean. It likes you as much as he does. ]
[ Like. Dean likes cats, well enough - they're chill, they do their own things. Dogs kinda remind him of hell hounds, and they're too needy, so he sorta..keeps his distance, but cats are alright.
Until they rub all over him and get in his face and he starts to sneeze - which Dean is going to do, very soon, especially now said cat is getting hair all over his jeans and Dean's gonna have to like. Burn them.
[ That the cat obviously has taken to Dean cements that the decision is made to Castiel. This is the first sign of affection he's seen the cat display to anyone other than himself. He won't say it's destiny, since that's something of a sore subject these days, but it does seem like the cat has good taste. Though, his smile fades to confusion at Dean's remark. ]
Why would they defecate where they're sitting? Cats are very clean.
[ Now, if there happens to be sand in the backseat for some reason, it's fair game. Anyway, Castiel trusts the two of them to work out their differences. ]
They gotta go to the bathroom sometime, Cas, Sam and I drive nonstop. They're picky things. He'll want a litter box and there's no way I'm keepin' that in the car.
[ He gingerly takes a step baaaack from the cat, arms folding over his chest as he fights off what he knows is coming.
It's my understanding that you and Sam also have to "go to the bathroom sometime," so I don't understand why you can't—
[ That sneeze is sudden and interruptive, and Castiel stops mid-sentence, completely losing track of what he'd been saying. ]
God bless you.
[ Human nicety. Anyway, it's been settled. Dean will keep the cat safe. The cat likes Dean. In fact, as he steps backwards, the cat rushes to follow, tail held up, and it figure-eights through Dean's legs, seemingly unbothered by the attempt at distance, or the loud sneeze. Dean's resistance seems petty in the larger scheme of things. ]
This cat needs a home, and has come to me for aid. I can't safely provide one, but you can. What else would you have me do?
[ He blinks, rubbing briefly at his nose before backing up another step, frowning down at the cat, because yeah - this happens sometimes when he's around kitties. It really is a shame, because cats are cool. Bela's cat had been cool, what he briefly saw of it, anyway. ]
I dunno, take it to a shelter? [ He geeeeently nudges the cat away from his leg, though cats do what they want and it just comes right back.
[ There's something Castiel doesn't like about this interaction between Dean and the cat, but he can't quite place what it is that has his feathers raising, fluffing out in defense of the cat as it's nudged away, only to return immediately into Dean's personal space. ]
Abandon it.
[ Castiel surmises with growing irritation because DEAN WINCHESTER HOW COULD YOU even suggest such a thing. ]
Ugh, no. I mean a no kill shelter, obviously. They can check if it's chipped. It might belong to someone.
[ Don't you get mad at him :( It's just slowly killing him, that's all.
He gropes behind him to the shitty dresser the cheap tv is sitting on, fumbling for the box of cheap motel tissue that's there so he can blow his nose, snuffling in irritation. ]
[ What kind of shelter kills the animals they're sheltering? Castiel isn't convinced at all; now he's just more concerned.
But Dean is sneezing an awful lot, suddenly, and his welfare comes before an animal that Castiel has only just met, even if that animal is good-natured and very cute. His brow creases with concern. ]
[ If just being around the cat is going to have Dean reacting like this, then living with him is out of the question. It's a shame. They seemed like such a good fit. The cat is clearly enamored with Dean. It wasn't nearly so aggressive when it rubs itself against Castiel's legs. ]
Then, the only option left for us seems to be assisting the nearest shelter in finding this cat a good home.
[ Castiel was planning to just leave the cat with Dean and go back to his own business, but now that Dean can't keep the animal and its life is clearly at risk elsewhere, he'll need to see this through. ]
[ That Dean agrees to help is a weight lifted from Castiel's shoulders, and he smiles, just slightly, with gratitude. ]
Thank you.
[ He crosses the room in a few steps, sits on the bed, and crosses his hands in his lap. Dean meant now, right? Castiel certainly seems to think so. He looks up at Dean expectantly to start making those calls. The cat's shark-like instincts go off again at the proximity of a lap in the area, and it pads silently across the room from Dean, hops up gracefully onto the bed, and pushes itself under Castiel's hands. He begins petting it instantly, scratching its cheeks absently while his attention remains on Dean. ]
Dean digs his phone out of his pocket, sneezes again in the process, and goes to sit at the little table by the window. He reaches for the phone book, keeping ample distance between himself and the cat.
He'll just...start making calls. :| Because he has nothing better to do, apparently. ]
[ There, Castiel knew Dean's kindness would win out. His smile brightens as he continues petting the cat, who rolls onto its back and swats at his fingers in an adorably sassy way. A moment later, there's a black feather with a rainbow sheen in Castiel's hand, and he's keeping the cat entertained (and his fingers unbitten) with it, oblivious to the phone calls Dean is making, content that he's working hard to find their wayward companion a suitable temporary living space. ]
[ Yes, Cas, go on and play with the kitty while Dean makes all these phone calls to shelters and vets and tries to figure out the safest place to take this friggin' allergy factory that you've brought home.
Dean sneezes a few times while he's on the phone, building an impressive little pile of tissues up next to the phone book as he listens to an automated recording, eyes landing on the feather in Cas' hand. He's never seen anything but the shadow of Cas' wings, but wow - he can see the sheen from here.
He's distracted enough that he misses the tech actually answering the phone, and he startles, clearing his throat and dragging himself back to the task at hand, explaining the issue for the tenth time, there's a cat here, where the hell can they take it. ]
Uh huh, [ he's saying, writing something down on the notepad, another damn phone number. ] And you said it's a what now? A foster program? So what's that mean?
[ Dean listens a while longer, makes another few notes, and drags his hand over his face as he muffles another sneeze. ]
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When Cas appears, Dean flicks a look at the cat, non-comittal, then to Cas. ]
Nice pussy. What's going on?
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I've asked them repeatedly to return to their home, but they've refused. They won't stop following me, and it's becoming a burden.
[ He gently sets the cat down to demonstrate, and sure enough, it takes a few steps, seemingly disinterested as it looks around the room... and then it sits directly on Castiel's shoe, pressed up against his leg, and doesn't move. Castiel looks back up at Dean entreatingly. ]
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You-- this is who was following you?
[ this is why he isn't getting laid right now? ]
LOLOL
[ How much more seriously does he have to look at you with a serious frown for you to understand that this is serious, Dean. It's much more important than your slightly better than average "booty-call." ]
I'm hunted, Dean. Every day, my life is in danger. I can't be responsible for an innocent being following my every footstep.
[ He looks down at the cat, who is licking its paws, apparently not at all concerned by their raised voices. ]
I've tried to explain the danger to them, but they're refusing to see reason.
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Okay, dude. Same? Like-- Sam and I, same deal, danger, blabbity blah. But this is a cat. You...freaked out over a cat.
[ It's kinda cute. Like, really cute. but Godammit...Laura had been so hot, so willing. ]
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Have you or Sam been followed by a cat before?
[ This is pertinent information Dean!!! You should've started with this. ]
How did you convince them to stop?
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You're lucky he likes you, Cas. ]
Probably once or twice. But I don't think you can convince a cat to do anything it doesn't want to do.
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I see.
[ Castiel crouches down and pets the cat, who arches into his touch and rubs its cheeks against his fingers. Dean's right, which means the cat must not want to return home. Perhaps it had a bad home life, and Castiel was foolish in believing that returning it there was in its best interests. Still, the problem remains. He can't keep fighting angels and demons and flying across the world with an innocent creature clinging to his coattails. Scratching the cat's cheeks, he addresses it, voice lilting up just slightly from its usual raspiness. ]
How would you like to stay with Dean and his brother Sam? He's very kind. ...Well, Dean is. Sam's morals are questionable, but I'm sure you would be safe with him, seeing as you're not a demon or an attractive female human.
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And watching Cas talk to the cat, who clearly likes him, is probably one of the cutest damn things Dean's ever seen, and the shade he throws at Sam is admittedly 1) true and 2) frickin' hilarious.
Until Dean realizes Cas is suggesting the cat stay with them, to which Dean is shaking his head before Cas finishes the sentence. ]
Oh, no no. Sam and I can't haul a cat around the country, no way. [ Cooped up in a car with a cat? Dean would never stop sneezing, and Sam would lose his mind. ]
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They need a home, Dean. You don't fly. You keep motel rooms with locks, and salt, and hex bags when you're out on hunts. Your vehicle has a spacious back seat.
[ He's still steadily stroking the cat as he frowns at Dean, but the cat has stopped paying attention to Castiel, because wait!!!! Is that someone in the room who's allergic to cats??? Who wants nothing to do with them????? Like blood in the water to a shark, the cat lifts its head away from Castiel's scratching fingers, and beelines right over to Dean with haughty high steps. It immediately begins arching against Dean's legs and meowing.
Castiel smiles to see it. Look, Dean. It likes you as much as he does. ]
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Until they rub all over him and get in his face and he starts to sneeze - which Dean is going to do, very soon, especially now said cat is getting hair all over his jeans and Dean's gonna have to like. Burn them.
His nose twitches a little. ]
That cat is not pooping in Baby's backseat.
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Why would they defecate where they're sitting? Cats are very clean.
[ Now, if there happens to be sand in the backseat for some reason, it's fair game. Anyway, Castiel trusts the two of them to work out their differences. ]
lol cas' face in that icon
[ He gingerly takes a step baaaack from the cat, arms folding over his chest as he fights off what he knows is coming.
Don't do it, don't do it--
sneeze. ]
king of sass
[ That sneeze is sudden and interruptive, and Castiel stops mid-sentence, completely losing track of what he'd been saying. ]
God bless you.
[ Human nicety. Anyway, it's been settled. Dean will keep the cat safe. The cat likes Dean. In fact, as he steps backwards, the cat rushes to follow, tail held up, and it figure-eights through Dean's legs, seemingly unbothered by the attempt at distance, or the loud sneeze. Dean's resistance seems petty in the larger scheme of things. ]
This cat needs a home, and has come to me for aid. I can't safely provide one, but you can. What else would you have me do?
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[ He blinks, rubbing briefly at his nose before backing up another step, frowning down at the cat, because yeah - this happens sometimes when he's around kitties. It really is a shame, because cats are cool. Bela's cat had been cool, what he briefly saw of it, anyway. ]
I dunno, take it to a shelter? [ He geeeeently nudges the cat away from his leg, though cats do what they want and it just comes right back.
sneeze. ]
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Abandon it.
[ Castiel surmises with growing irritation because DEAN WINCHESTER HOW COULD YOU even suggest such a thing. ]
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[ Don't you get mad at him :( It's just slowly killing him, that's all.
He gropes behind him to the shitty dresser the cheap tv is sitting on, fumbling for the box of cheap motel tissue that's there so he can blow his nose, snuffling in irritation. ]
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But Dean is sneezing an awful lot, suddenly, and his welfare comes before an animal that Castiel has only just met, even if that animal is good-natured and very cute. His brow creases with concern. ]
Are you alright?
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Um. [ He wipes his nose and grabs another tissue. ]
I think I'm allergic to your new friend, here.
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[ If just being around the cat is going to have Dean reacting like this, then living with him is out of the question. It's a shame. They seemed like such a good fit. The cat is clearly enamored with Dean. It wasn't nearly so aggressive when it rubs itself against Castiel's legs. ]
Then, the only option left for us seems to be assisting the nearest shelter in finding this cat a good home.
[ Castiel was planning to just leave the cat with Dean and go back to his own business, but now that Dean can't keep the animal and its life is clearly at risk elsewhere, he'll need to see this through. ]
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Dean looks down at the it warily, because of course it's gravitated to him, making him feel nice and extra guilty. ]
Yeah. I can call around, see about safe shelters and stuff. [ God he's already congested. ]
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Thank you.
[ He crosses the room in a few steps, sits on the bed, and crosses his hands in his lap. Dean meant now, right? Castiel certainly seems to think so. He looks up at Dean expectantly to start making those calls. The cat's shark-like instincts go off again at the proximity of a lap in the area, and it pads silently across the room from Dean, hops up gracefully onto the bed, and pushes itself under Castiel's hands. He begins petting it instantly, scratching its cheeks absently while his attention remains on Dean. ]
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[ Apparently. Alrighty then.
Dean digs his phone out of his pocket, sneezes again in the process, and goes to sit at the little table by the window. He reaches for the phone book, keeping ample distance between himself and the cat.
He'll just...start making calls. :| Because he has nothing better to do, apparently. ]
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Dean sneezes a few times while he's on the phone, building an impressive little pile of tissues up next to the phone book as he listens to an automated recording, eyes landing on the feather in Cas' hand. He's never seen anything but the shadow of Cas' wings, but wow - he can see the sheen from here.
He's distracted enough that he misses the tech actually answering the phone, and he startles, clearing his throat and dragging himself back to the task at hand, explaining the issue for the tenth time, there's a cat here, where the hell can they take it. ]
Uh huh, [ he's saying, writing something down on the notepad, another damn phone number. ] And you said it's a what now? A foster program? So what's that mean?
[ Dean listens a while longer, makes another few notes, and drags his hand over his face as he muffles another sneeze. ]
Okay, thanks. I'll give them a ring.
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monday B(
:( sad times
i hates it
it's almost over!!!! then it'll be tuesday, pig-in-a-poke
groundhog day x9000
but at least not on a monday
LMAO good point