Fic: A Furry Tail
Title: A Furry TailPairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,460
Feedback: Always welcome.
Summary: Sam and Dean find a stray kitten and adopt it.
Warning: Language.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything in this fic. It's all from my imagination.
Author's Note: This was just a cute little fun thing to do. And I quite like it.
Hammering at the keyboard wildly, Sam Winchester was still up at 2:15am. His eyes were glued to the screen of his laptop, completely ignoring the mess of papers that was splayed among his desk. Every now and then he would pause and take a sip of his beer, which was slowly warming up, to quench his thirst. Then he went through a process; licking his lips, chewing at them for a few seconds whilst concentrating really hard, and then going back to typing like a wild animal.
His brother, Dean, was already fast asleep in a closed room nearby.
Right as he was contemplating on taking another sip of the beer to finish it, because his eyelids were starting to fall, he heard an odd noise. He cocked his head and listened again. There it was. It sounded like an odd squeak and could very well be Dean snoring oddly or just doing something out of the ordinary. It came again. Nope, it definitely wasn't Dean. It sounded like some sort of animal. A mouse, possibly.
There was a pause for a few minutes. And then there was another noise. This time it was scratching. A very obnoxious scratching at the door.
A grunt that seemed like a muffled mumble came from the room where Dean was sleeping.
Sam got up a bit hesitantly and slowly made his way to the door. Quickly, he took a peek at a small box of salt and a gun that were on the table a few feet away. He never knew, especially with his past experiences with monsters. You could never really trust anyone, or anything. And especially at this time of the night.
With care, Sam gripped the handle of the door and opened it.
There was no one there, not even a human shadow. Sam was confused, but his eyes zipped downwards as he heard another squeak. He was shocked and didn't know whether to be allured or scared of what he saw.
It was a tiny ball of fur. A kitten. Its fur was fluffy and gray. The shaky body made an effect on Sam, along with its large beady-blue eyes.
In the end, Sam couldn't resist. He didn't really consider the consequences after all, but the look in its eyes and just everything about a tiny kitten, who couldn't resist?
---
The sun glinted through the cheap hotel curtains; decorated with a design of ugly green and tacky flowers.
A big yawn and the cracks of a stretch from Dean could be heard clearly. The door sprung open and a shirtless, sweaty and drowsy Dean marched through it.
"Mornin' Sam." Was all he grumbled for a second, heading for the fridge in the corner of the room. He pulled out a carton of milk, some cereal and slammed them down on the table.
"Hey, Dean? Can you get me a small plate? Like... a saucer or something?"
Dean shook his sleepy head.
"For what?"
Sam gnawed at his lip for a second.
"Just... fetch me something."
Under his breath, Dean grumbled a 'fine' and went to collect his remaining bowl, spoon and a saucer.
When he came back, placing everything on the table and finally sitting down, he ignored Sam and went straight to his breakfast.
"Uh... Dean?"
"Yeah", Dean replied rapidly.
"Last night I found a stray kitten at our doorstep", he lifted the tiny thing that was wrapped in a fuzzy blue blanket, wriggling around to make eye contact with Dean.
Dean struck his 'what the hell is that' face at the kitten.
"Are- are you sure it's safe. Like, did you do the whole holy water and devil's trap thing?"
"What?! No. Dean, for god's sake, it's a kitten."
"Yeah... but- nevermind!" He poked it with a finger and kept looking at it strangely. He caught Sam’s gaze and lifted his eyebrows.
Then Sam, being as careful as he could, poured some milk in the saucer and placed it on his lap along with the kitten.
“How old do you think he is?” He asked.
“I have no fucking idea, Sammy. I’m not an expert at kitty business.”
With a mouthful of cereal, he added “And don’t you think about keeping him!”
“Dean! It has no other place to go. Plus, it’s just a kitten.”
“Damn right, ‘it’s just a kitten’. We can’t just take him in.”
“What, you don’t think we can take care of him? Dean, we’ve taken care of a frickin’ shape shifting baby for crying out loud!”
“That wasn’t the same. The baby was part of a case… and this is a kitten.”
“Whatever. I’m keeping it, whether you like it or not. But if I ever find the owner, I will definitely return it.”
Dean grunted and shoved another spoonful of cereal in his mouth.
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It was the evening and the sun was going down by each step they took.
The two brothers were in the Impala, ready to go out on another hunt. Sam was holding the kitten in his arms like a baby and feeding it his finger.
The heating of the car was still roaring lightly when Sam spoke.
“Should we… should we name him?”
“Do what you want, Sam. It’s none of my business.”
“Of course it’s your business! It’s both of ours!”
“Umm…” Dean looked around the car, searching for some name to jump to his head, “what about Toblerone.”
“Dude, we can’t name it after a brand of chocolate! If it helps, it’s a boy.”
“Then what about Kaz?”
“Isn’t that a bit too close to Cas? Oh well. So, it’s Kaz.”
Dean stepped out of the vehicle and slammed the door. Sam joined him after placing the wrapped parcel of fluff down on the passenger’s seat. The Winchesters exchanged an unbreakable glance and left off to the building ahead of them.
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"Saaaam!" The yell bounded off the walls of the hotel angrily.
"Y-yes? What is it, Dea-" Sam traced the room around the room with rapid eyes, "Oh. Shit."
"Yeah, shit it is. I'm not cleaning this up, Sammy! You're the one who found him."
"Yeah, but I asked you to help me to take care of... it, him.”
Dean folded his arms across his chest and frowned at the big-eyed kitten staring back at him.
‘You did this on purpose, didn’t you. You don’t like me.’ He thought. ‘Well I don’t like you either and I don’t know why you’re here.’
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“Dean, hold him for a second.” Sam pushed the bundle of kitten, which was curled up perfectly in his massive hands, towards Dean.
They were starting another hunt and Sam was about to see Bobby before they ended the night. But they both agreed not to say a word of the kitten to anyone. Not even Bobby.
“No”, Dean shook his head and stepped back.
“Please!”
Dean finally gave in and struggled to hold the ball of fur in his arms. He pouted and leaned against the Impala a bit, waiting for Sam to get his work done.
When Sam disappeared, Dean glanced at the tiny snoring thing in his arms. It looked so peaceful and gentle.
Soon enough, Dean was pulled into the calm trance of the cuteness.
“Okay… you know what, Kaz? You’re actually kinda cute. Don’t tell Sammy I said that.” His eyes scattered around the place before leaning his head in and planting a soft kiss in between Kaz’s ears.
Dean closed his eyes, leaned a bit on the Impala and waiting some more.
---
“What the hell, Dean!”
“Huh! What?”
“Where’s the kitten? Where’s Kaz?”
“Where-what… he’s right he-” Dean checked again, but Kaz had definitely vanished from his arms. “I-” He stuttered, “I don’t know where he went! He was right here a few seconds ago!”
“That’s what they all say, Dean.”
Dean bent down and peeked under the car, Sam joining him. Then he started calling, “Here, here Kaz! C’mere little Kaz.”
“You called me?”
“Jesus!” Dean cried out, then moaned out in pain because he had hit his head against the side of the car.
He looked up to the angel standing a few feet away from him.
“No, I was not calling you, Cas. But do you know where our kitten, Kaz, went?”
Sam stood, shocked at the front of the car.
“I was trapped, Dean. I was trapped in that creature. That ‘kitten’ that you called Kaz, was me.”
“Oh god.”
“Thank you Dean, you helped me escape.”
The body of the trench-coated man wrapped around Dean unexpectedly.
“Um, you’re welcome, Cas.”
Castiel pulled back and smirked a bit.
“But, really, Cas…” Dean tried to finish his sentence, but the angel had disappeared in the blink of an eye.