There were often moments throughout the day where Dean really regretted buying Cas his kitten. For example there were times where he’d reaching down to pick his leather jacket up off of the couch, only to find the pockets inhabited with gray fluff and big blue eyes. Most of the time he ended up letting out a resigned sigh and wandering off to find a new one. Other times he woke up in the middle of the night to claws batting his feet, or a soft head bumping against his jaw. Suspiciously enough, when the little guy crawls up into his bed it’s followed by the former angel who insists the kitten needs him as well and the three of them end up curled together beneath his comforter. Maybe he doesn’t mind those moments, but it’s easier to pretend he does.
The way Cas is smiling down at his pet now though, lips drawn up and eyes bright he can’t find it in him to regret the furry purchase.
“I believe he wishes to be pet, Dean” Cas is already petting him, but Dean gives in and reaches down to brush his fingers along his fur, fingers catching along Cas’ where the kitten arches into the touch. They don’t move their hands for awhile.