Fic: Blue Morning, Blue Day - Dean/Cas
Title: Blue morning, blue day.
Author: graecus_hist
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Summary: Dean and Sam are in Paradise after finding a lead on a demented witch. A mysterious puppy shows up and Dean can't help but keep it. The puppy is more than what it appears to be.
Warnings: none
Word count: 3110
Notes: Entry for Iva's word promot contest on tumblr. The word "Puppy" was my claim. There were a plenty of choices but I guess what I needed was something fluffy to work with. So here it goes.
He’s a mess and is shaking violently against Dean’s chest. The only person he can allow himself to trust on such a short notice. Dean holds him very close, only a heartbeat away. Brown leather cloaked securely around ecru fur.
He’s really too weak to protest or do anything his strangely new instincts are telling him to. So he surrenders letting the cold and shivers have their fling. Eyelids fall heavily and a strong scent of Dean is cached in every corner of his little being.
When Dean comes rushing back into their room with a lump of a living thing hidden beneath his jacket, Sam is a little bit more than curious.
Now Sam should’ve known Dean would do such thing.
The man can salt and burn your occasional ghosts and slit down demons’ throats on daily basis, but when it comes to helpless little beings; he’s a mellow.
Every so often two consecutive arguments would rise between the brothers concerning helpless little things.
The first would be Sam telling him how it is a bad idea to bring the thing home. “What if you get attached to it?” “You know we can’t keep it.” Dean, ever stubborn as he is, says he’s just going to walk the little thing to the route of remedy then let go, leaving it to take care of itself. Of course Sam then has to put up with being put off Dean’s attention for a while until the little pesky thing leaves.
The second argument is when Dean has to actually let the thing go. It never ends too nicely so Sam ends up buying him pies.
"Dean.." Sam wants to start, but just a look at the little thing makes his heart sink back. Despite how pathetic and helpless the puppy looked, Sam couldn't help but find it endearing.
The fur covering the poor thing was the color of oatmeal and biscuit. It looked unreal and soft to the touch, yet at the same time drenched with water. The puppy's ears were tucked underneath Dean's coat, longing for warmth.
Dean can't help but crack a grin at Sam. It's hopeless; anything Sam is about to say won't change Dean's mind. Besides, who let's go of such an adorable pup! Sam nods approvingly and gets off his laptop to come over and see the thing closely.
The puppy cracks an eye open, Sam gasps at the blue of it's eye. "I know!" Dean can't help but grin a little bit more. "Doesn't he remind you of our nerd angel?"
"Freakishly, yes." Sam says as he starts to draw soft circles on the puppy's head.
"Let's call him Cas." Sam takes a double-check at Dean, he's not bluffing.
"Okay, now go give your puppy a warm shower," A warm smile spreads on Sam's face "you don't want him freezing to death now, do you?"
There's an uncanny resemblance of a child in Dean's actions. He seems to be happy about the whole thing and really, Sam cannot complain. The puppy first squirms in Dean's hold when he's about to be introduced to warm showers. Soon enough, it relaxes; clearly enjoying the warmth.
A little too much.
"Cas, you son of a-" Dean curses, placing the too relished clueless puppy on the top of the sink. "I didn't say you could take a leak on me!"
The puppy merely tilts it's head in confusion.
There's a fuzzy pink towel hung in the bathroom which Dean takes and wraps Cas in. "Look, you're not to do this again, ya hear me?" there's a soft grown addressed at Dean, before his little puppy face scrunches up and lets out a sneeze. Dean mutters something he would normally mutter, then rubs Cas warm, humming some metallica until he sack out.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" he whispers too afraid to stir him up then places him on the pillow of the bed he intended to sleep on.
Sam looks up from his screen eventually. "So have you spoken to Cas yet? After.. you know.." Dean shakes his head no, suddenly occupying himself with a gun to clean. "You realize you have to, eventually, right?"
"Look, Sam... I know the whole thing was my fault and I should have said something to him but.."
"Don't strain yourself, man. You don't owe me any of that, you owe it to him."
It's one of those moments Dean hates that Sam's right.
"Fine, I'll call his highness feathery ass and talk to him!" Sam shrugs, dodging interest of the subject and crashing to bed. "Good night, Dean."
Dean takes a glance at the clock hung against the tattered wallpaper of their motel room, it reads a quarter to midnight. There's still plenty of time on his hands, he thinks. He slips into the kitchenette in a tranquil motion to make some coffee. He could use that to calm down.
The past week has been a drag, chasing after a witch is Dean's least favorite of things to chase. Witches unfailingly manage to get their way and hurt people. Sometimes they are even worse than demons in some kind of aspect. Dean hates them.
Anyways, the whole thing started when Sam came across a murder in Paradise which he found in the paper. So much for that name, Dean thought. A girl's father has been found lamented with no signs of aggression a day after the very same girl's mother died in a car accident.
In the paper, the girl talks about her parents and how she was the only child in their small chirpy family. The girl was asked, if anythinng unusual has been happening surrounding their family before the accident. The girl's response was said into something about her mother meeting an old lady in the market a week before the accident. The lady just merely asked her mother for a ride into Paradise's outskirts. The lady was never heard of since.
So Sam, says they have a lead on a witch. Dean argues first, a Witch isn't something he's very keen on, now is it?
Sam insists.
Dean gives in. "Fine, but don't go turning on the waterworks when we have to kill the witch." They may be human, but witches are far more dangerous than ghosts of our lives. When they're crazy, they become deadly.
By the time the brothers make it to Paradise, the girl has been found dead in the middle of her own living room reading a book about, well, necromancers.
Sam being Sam insists they stay and find out what the hell is happening in this town. It takes three days to find a lead.
The witch is apparently hiding somewhere beyond the outskirts. Sam's been asking around and some people have been saying that they have seen her a few times hitchhiking to the outlying district's woods.
Dean decides it's a good idea to let Cas know their whereabouts in case some trouble transpires.
It comes in handy, Cas arrives just in time and like always saves their asses. They are zapped back into a hotel room and the witch isn't yet captured. Because as it turns out, there wasn't an old lady hitchhiking in the picture. The old lady witch is actually the girl who talked in the paper.
Younger witches were such bitches.
After failing to track the witch, twice. A third lead and they are finally able to find her.
Just when they've met face to face by a well in the forest. "Well, well.. If it isn't the Winchester brothers," she throws a lock of her frizzy hair past a shoulder and looks around with a sarcastic smile. "..and an angel tailing behind?"
Dean scowls looking behind him and Sam.
Castiel stood there too small for his trench coat, a sheepish look across his face.
Dean frowns at him then looks back at the girl witch. "Look, witch. I am not here to waste my time, I am here to kill your sorry ass."
"I've been told you're such a gentleman, Dean Winchester." she swivels a wand "Careful now boy, you don't wanna piss of a witch."
Dean's just a minute from drawing out his own gun when a zippy flash turns him back into the motel room.
"Cas! what'd you do that for?!"
Cas has a determined look, "Dean, you did 'piss her off'." Castiel even takes the trouble to do a short air quote. "Anything could have happened the-"
"I am not a child, I don't need you to frigin' look out for me, Cas!"
Sam decides it's a good time to butt in. "Dean, Cas has a point here. If he didn't bring us back here you coulda-"
"Shut up, Sam!" Dean wipes a hand over his face furiously "You know, I should never ask for your help anymore. You're like a frigin' child who doesn't know where to stop. In fact, why don't you go chase after the witch on your own, huh?"
Apparently, Castiel takes it literally.
Now, Dean sits in the moon-lit kitchenette sipping his coffee. The bitterness just reminds him (of) how much of a jerk he had been to Cas earlier.
He clears his throat and calls.
"Cas if you're around.. uh. Cas please get down here?"
There's a weak quiver Dean notices coming from the puppy sleeping on his pillow. A soft smile spreads on Dean's face. It's quite adorable that the puppy has already gotten accustomed to his name. "Not you.." he whispers at the sleeping thing before looking up in frustration "Cas, where are you, man?" He hates that his voice croaks, but damn he misses his angel.
When Dean looks back at his bed, the puppy is fully awake letting out a soft noise at Dean. It's almost ironic, the puppy looks like it wants to comfort Dean.
"Not you Cas," Dean cups the puppy in his hands "Go to sleep, puppy." That earns Dean an irritated grunt from the puppy.
He almost wants to chuckle, but it's too compact. He needs to talk to Cas.
Dean lies back on bed. The puppy curls itself on his chest, big blue eyes staring into Dean's. At least the puppy is willing to have a conversation with him. "You think he can hear me?"
The puppy draws its paw out and settles it tenderly on Dean's slightly stubble cheek. Dean decides this puppy is a keeper. A genial smile crosses his face as he looks at the endearing puppy.
"C'mon, Cas. You gotta sleep." Dean takes a glance at Sam.
He looks so peaceful with his cheek pressed against his own pillow, huffs of breathe let out evenly. He owes it to Cas, too; Sam being safe.
He hesitates a little, but Sam was asleep and he needed to calm himself and his new puppy down. So he hums Hey Jude, drawing soft circles on Cas' soft fur.
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Dean is perched on a cliff facing the azure sea. It's a pretty sight. Besides the cool air blowing against his face, there is the rich smell of salty water filling the air. Sammy is still a little boy playing on the sandy beach. He's building a sand castle, Dad is there too. He's helping Sam with his sand fascination.
There's Led Zeppelin playing all over the place. Dean loves this moment so much, he wants to marry it.
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The puppy squirms from Dean's hold and onto Sam's lap. "Morning, Cas!" Sam grins down at the bubbly pup.
The grin falls off his face when he sees the injuries the puppy is covered with.
"Dean!" The abrupt cry jolts Dean up. "Have you seen it covered in blood yesterday?!"
"What?" Dean tries to fathom, wriggling closer on his bed. "What, what… none of these were there last night. I don't understand." he examines a cut on the puppy's back, it looks badly infected and bloody. "What happened, Cas…?"
"Do you think it has something to do with the witch from the well?" Sam contemplates analytically.
"But, haven't Cas finished her off already?"
Sam frowns "That's what we think.. Have you talked to him?" The puppy squirms in pain when Sam picks it up from his laps, but it quickly surrenders in Dean's hold.
Dean avoids Sam's eyes and focuses on the teeny hole in his sock.
"Alright," Sam says standing up. "First thing's first, we're going to have to fix your little buddy." He reaches in their bags for the first-aid kit. When he comes back there's iodine, cotton patches, bandages and a greenish ointment.
Ten minutes later, the puppy is clean and bandaged, shivering against Dean's chest. Dean holds him protectively through it all.
"Now we call Cas." Sam says matter of fact-ly.
"You call him!" Dean almost instantly respond "he won't answer to me."
Sam is no fool, he spends enough time with the two to understand. "It's alright, I'll call him." Resembling Dean, he clears his throat just before calling over to Cas. Who apparently, won't answer to Sam too.
The puppy makes it's first soft yap at the boys.
Dean tries to make it stop, it only grows more angrier. "Dammit, Cas! He doesn't mean you!"
"Dean.." Sam's eyebrows arch in realization.
"I know. I try to get him to shut u-"
"No, Dean! It's Cas!"
The angel inside the puppy sighs gratefully.
"What?"
"The blue eyes, his piercing stare. He's answering us when we call him Cas! We did encounter a witch after all, Dean!"
Dean raises a hand, trying to comprehend what the news that his brother had just blown at him. He looks at the puppy laying on his lap, paws tabbing his jeans. "You, cuddly son of a bitch.."
Sam grins, looking down at Castiel. "You've been found out, little buddy." Castiel tilts his head to the left. "But don't worry Cas, Dean and I are going to get you out of this."
"Yeah." Dean agrees, holding Cas at arm's length to be able to look into his eyes.
Sam packs the medical kit and their bags slipping quietly out of the room.
Once Sam is out of that door, Dean places Cas down on the table across the room. He paces the room awkwardly. "Ah, this is weird." He wipes a hand over his face. "We are- I am gonna get you back to normal, Cas. I promise." He sits on the chair across from him. "We can settle down a snuggling agreement, when you're back." There's a chuckle, and the puppy remains silent. "Look, Cas.. uh.. I am sorry, I didn't mean any of what I said before. I was such a jerk to you, I always have and, God! You always brush that off and look at me like I am something worth the trouble.
Hell Cas, I don't know what I would've done without you, man."
Castiel reaches his paws to touch Dean's thighs and lets out a soft noise of longing.
Dean smiles, at the gesture. In whatever form he was, he was his angel still. So he leans his head down to place a soft kiss on the tip of Castiel's head.
"Now let's teach that bitch a lesson."
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Hunting the witch was indeed a pain in the ass, especially when you have a hurt puppy on your hands. Puppy Cas can be a little bit moody too. When he's feeling cross at Dean he would straight out show it to him. Like for example, biting him.
Dean is so gonna hold that against Cas once he's back in that holy tax accountant meat suit again.
However, the next time the Winchesters encounter the witch she doesn't feel the same. There's an eerie-looking bruise on her left wrist. Not a sign of witchcraft is healing it. Also, her smug expression isn't there. Leaving it easy to for Dean to work with.
Tied to the well, head jerked back by Dean and Sam standing behind not able to watch a thing.
"What you did to the people here in Paradise cannot be forgiven, and I am doing you a favor here now by letting you try out your power for the last time," a smug expression manifest her face. "Turn Cas back, or I swear you'll regret it."
"Sorry, not gonna happen. If I am dying here, I might as well take my dignity back with me."
"Trust me, you don't need that."
"What are you gonna do, Bite me?"
The rage growing in Dean is turned into a cue laughter.
"So, what happened to him?" Sam adds in. "One day, he's completely fine. The next he's bloody and injured!"
"Of course you want to know, geek boy." The witch Monica, rolls her eyes. "Those scars that appear on his body the next day are all the scars he was able not to feel as angel. You know, scars like when you were stopping the apocalypse perhaps? Or saving your damn sorry ass, Dean Winchester. He's all but a poor helpless puppy, now. And the goof news, well to me- You cannot save him without m help."
Dean looks back at Cas slumbering on the leather of the impala.
"You're going to turn him back."
"Hardly think so."
Dean can't believe what he does next, there's a grotesque scream of pain when the witch's minion demons start eating her body up. Sam continues reading the spell with a strain.
"Turn him back!"
"Not gonna happen!"
And it continues until, a dead witch lies in the well and a naked angel is in their car.
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It's Monday night, they're all back to Bobby's house, with Cas not pocket size anymore. He's outside on the porch, staring at Bobby's junk of old cars.
Sam and Bobby are in the kitchen talking about a new lead on some killing in Ohio, while Dean lays asleep on the couch. The same dream of the beach comes to him. He's too content but he has to wake up. He looks around for his angel. Sam and Bobby do not notice him when he leaves to the porch where he finds Cas standing.
"So about that snuggling agreement." Cas isn't startled by Dean's sudden emergence. In fact, he looks about happy to see Dean.
"What about it?" He plays along with the hunter standing across from him.
Dean arches an eyebrow, some things are supposed to be kept unspoken sometimes.
Cas eyes a caterpillar creeping on the wooden platform and fiddles with his feet "Do we get to kiss?"
Dean can't help let a chuckle escape his lips. "You bet your ass we kiss."
Author: graecus_hist
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Summary: Dean and Sam are in Paradise after finding a lead on a demented witch. A mysterious puppy shows up and Dean can't help but keep it. The puppy is more than what it appears to be.
Warnings: none
Word count: 3110
Notes: Entry for Iva's word promot contest on tumblr. The word "Puppy" was my claim. There were a plenty of choices but I guess what I needed was something fluffy to work with. So here it goes.
He’s a mess and is shaking violently against Dean’s chest. The only person he can allow himself to trust on such a short notice. Dean holds him very close, only a heartbeat away. Brown leather cloaked securely around ecru fur.
He’s really too weak to protest or do anything his strangely new instincts are telling him to. So he surrenders letting the cold and shivers have their fling. Eyelids fall heavily and a strong scent of Dean is cached in every corner of his little being.
When Dean comes rushing back into their room with a lump of a living thing hidden beneath his jacket, Sam is a little bit more than curious.
Now Sam should’ve known Dean would do such thing.
The man can salt and burn your occasional ghosts and slit down demons’ throats on daily basis, but when it comes to helpless little beings; he’s a mellow.
Every so often two consecutive arguments would rise between the brothers concerning helpless little things.
The first would be Sam telling him how it is a bad idea to bring the thing home. “What if you get attached to it?” “You know we can’t keep it.” Dean, ever stubborn as he is, says he’s just going to walk the little thing to the route of remedy then let go, leaving it to take care of itself. Of course Sam then has to put up with being put off Dean’s attention for a while until the little pesky thing leaves.
The second argument is when Dean has to actually let the thing go. It never ends too nicely so Sam ends up buying him pies.
"Dean.." Sam wants to start, but just a look at the little thing makes his heart sink back. Despite how pathetic and helpless the puppy looked, Sam couldn't help but find it endearing.
The fur covering the poor thing was the color of oatmeal and biscuit. It looked unreal and soft to the touch, yet at the same time drenched with water. The puppy's ears were tucked underneath Dean's coat, longing for warmth.
Dean can't help but crack a grin at Sam. It's hopeless; anything Sam is about to say won't change Dean's mind. Besides, who let's go of such an adorable pup! Sam nods approvingly and gets off his laptop to come over and see the thing closely.
The puppy cracks an eye open, Sam gasps at the blue of it's eye. "I know!" Dean can't help but grin a little bit more. "Doesn't he remind you of our nerd angel?"
"Freakishly, yes." Sam says as he starts to draw soft circles on the puppy's head.
"Let's call him Cas." Sam takes a double-check at Dean, he's not bluffing.
"Okay, now go give your puppy a warm shower," A warm smile spreads on Sam's face "you don't want him freezing to death now, do you?"
There's an uncanny resemblance of a child in Dean's actions. He seems to be happy about the whole thing and really, Sam cannot complain. The puppy first squirms in Dean's hold when he's about to be introduced to warm showers. Soon enough, it relaxes; clearly enjoying the warmth.
A little too much.
"Cas, you son of a-" Dean curses, placing the too relished clueless puppy on the top of the sink. "I didn't say you could take a leak on me!"
The puppy merely tilts it's head in confusion.
There's a fuzzy pink towel hung in the bathroom which Dean takes and wraps Cas in. "Look, you're not to do this again, ya hear me?" there's a soft grown addressed at Dean, before his little puppy face scrunches up and lets out a sneeze. Dean mutters something he would normally mutter, then rubs Cas warm, humming some metallica until he sack out.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" he whispers too afraid to stir him up then places him on the pillow of the bed he intended to sleep on.
Sam looks up from his screen eventually. "So have you spoken to Cas yet? After.. you know.." Dean shakes his head no, suddenly occupying himself with a gun to clean. "You realize you have to, eventually, right?"
"Look, Sam... I know the whole thing was my fault and I should have said something to him but.."
"Don't strain yourself, man. You don't owe me any of that, you owe it to him."
It's one of those moments Dean hates that Sam's right.
"Fine, I'll call his highness feathery ass and talk to him!" Sam shrugs, dodging interest of the subject and crashing to bed. "Good night, Dean."
Dean takes a glance at the clock hung against the tattered wallpaper of their motel room, it reads a quarter to midnight. There's still plenty of time on his hands, he thinks. He slips into the kitchenette in a tranquil motion to make some coffee. He could use that to calm down.
The past week has been a drag, chasing after a witch is Dean's least favorite of things to chase. Witches unfailingly manage to get their way and hurt people. Sometimes they are even worse than demons in some kind of aspect. Dean hates them.
Anyways, the whole thing started when Sam came across a murder in Paradise which he found in the paper. So much for that name, Dean thought. A girl's father has been found lamented with no signs of aggression a day after the very same girl's mother died in a car accident.
In the paper, the girl talks about her parents and how she was the only child in their small chirpy family. The girl was asked, if anythinng unusual has been happening surrounding their family before the accident. The girl's response was said into something about her mother meeting an old lady in the market a week before the accident. The lady just merely asked her mother for a ride into Paradise's outskirts. The lady was never heard of since.
So Sam, says they have a lead on a witch. Dean argues first, a Witch isn't something he's very keen on, now is it?
Sam insists.
Dean gives in. "Fine, but don't go turning on the waterworks when we have to kill the witch." They may be human, but witches are far more dangerous than ghosts of our lives. When they're crazy, they become deadly.
By the time the brothers make it to Paradise, the girl has been found dead in the middle of her own living room reading a book about, well, necromancers.
Sam being Sam insists they stay and find out what the hell is happening in this town. It takes three days to find a lead.
The witch is apparently hiding somewhere beyond the outskirts. Sam's been asking around and some people have been saying that they have seen her a few times hitchhiking to the outlying district's woods.
Dean decides it's a good idea to let Cas know their whereabouts in case some trouble transpires.
It comes in handy, Cas arrives just in time and like always saves their asses. They are zapped back into a hotel room and the witch isn't yet captured. Because as it turns out, there wasn't an old lady hitchhiking in the picture. The old lady witch is actually the girl who talked in the paper.
Younger witches were such bitches.
After failing to track the witch, twice. A third lead and they are finally able to find her.
Just when they've met face to face by a well in the forest. "Well, well.. If it isn't the Winchester brothers," she throws a lock of her frizzy hair past a shoulder and looks around with a sarcastic smile. "..and an angel tailing behind?"
Dean scowls looking behind him and Sam.
Castiel stood there too small for his trench coat, a sheepish look across his face.
Dean frowns at him then looks back at the girl witch. "Look, witch. I am not here to waste my time, I am here to kill your sorry ass."
"I've been told you're such a gentleman, Dean Winchester." she swivels a wand "Careful now boy, you don't wanna piss of a witch."
Dean's just a minute from drawing out his own gun when a zippy flash turns him back into the motel room.
"Cas! what'd you do that for?!"
Cas has a determined look, "Dean, you did 'piss her off'." Castiel even takes the trouble to do a short air quote. "Anything could have happened the-"
"I am not a child, I don't need you to frigin' look out for me, Cas!"
Sam decides it's a good time to butt in. "Dean, Cas has a point here. If he didn't bring us back here you coulda-"
"Shut up, Sam!" Dean wipes a hand over his face furiously "You know, I should never ask for your help anymore. You're like a frigin' child who doesn't know where to stop. In fact, why don't you go chase after the witch on your own, huh?"
Apparently, Castiel takes it literally.
Now, Dean sits in the moon-lit kitchenette sipping his coffee. The bitterness just reminds him (of) how much of a jerk he had been to Cas earlier.
He clears his throat and calls.
"Cas if you're around.. uh. Cas please get down here?"
There's a weak quiver Dean notices coming from the puppy sleeping on his pillow. A soft smile spreads on Dean's face. It's quite adorable that the puppy has already gotten accustomed to his name. "Not you.." he whispers at the sleeping thing before looking up in frustration "Cas, where are you, man?" He hates that his voice croaks, but damn he misses his angel.
When Dean looks back at his bed, the puppy is fully awake letting out a soft noise at Dean. It's almost ironic, the puppy looks like it wants to comfort Dean.
"Not you Cas," Dean cups the puppy in his hands "Go to sleep, puppy." That earns Dean an irritated grunt from the puppy.
He almost wants to chuckle, but it's too compact. He needs to talk to Cas.
Dean lies back on bed. The puppy curls itself on his chest, big blue eyes staring into Dean's. At least the puppy is willing to have a conversation with him. "You think he can hear me?"
The puppy draws its paw out and settles it tenderly on Dean's slightly stubble cheek. Dean decides this puppy is a keeper. A genial smile crosses his face as he looks at the endearing puppy.
"C'mon, Cas. You gotta sleep." Dean takes a glance at Sam.
He looks so peaceful with his cheek pressed against his own pillow, huffs of breathe let out evenly. He owes it to Cas, too; Sam being safe.
He hesitates a little, but Sam was asleep and he needed to calm himself and his new puppy down. So he hums Hey Jude, drawing soft circles on Cas' soft fur.
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Dean is perched on a cliff facing the azure sea. It's a pretty sight. Besides the cool air blowing against his face, there is the rich smell of salty water filling the air. Sammy is still a little boy playing on the sandy beach. He's building a sand castle, Dad is there too. He's helping Sam with his sand fascination.
There's Led Zeppelin playing all over the place. Dean loves this moment so much, he wants to marry it.
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The puppy squirms from Dean's hold and onto Sam's lap. "Morning, Cas!" Sam grins down at the bubbly pup.
The grin falls off his face when he sees the injuries the puppy is covered with.
"Dean!" The abrupt cry jolts Dean up. "Have you seen it covered in blood yesterday?!"
"What?" Dean tries to fathom, wriggling closer on his bed. "What, what… none of these were there last night. I don't understand." he examines a cut on the puppy's back, it looks badly infected and bloody. "What happened, Cas…?"
"Do you think it has something to do with the witch from the well?" Sam contemplates analytically.
"But, haven't Cas finished her off already?"
Sam frowns "That's what we think.. Have you talked to him?" The puppy squirms in pain when Sam picks it up from his laps, but it quickly surrenders in Dean's hold.
Dean avoids Sam's eyes and focuses on the teeny hole in his sock.
"Alright," Sam says standing up. "First thing's first, we're going to have to fix your little buddy." He reaches in their bags for the first-aid kit. When he comes back there's iodine, cotton patches, bandages and a greenish ointment.
Ten minutes later, the puppy is clean and bandaged, shivering against Dean's chest. Dean holds him protectively through it all.
"Now we call Cas." Sam says matter of fact-ly.
"You call him!" Dean almost instantly respond "he won't answer to me."
Sam is no fool, he spends enough time with the two to understand. "It's alright, I'll call him." Resembling Dean, he clears his throat just before calling over to Cas. Who apparently, won't answer to Sam too.
The puppy makes it's first soft yap at the boys.
Dean tries to make it stop, it only grows more angrier. "Dammit, Cas! He doesn't mean you!"
"Dean.." Sam's eyebrows arch in realization.
"I know. I try to get him to shut u-"
"No, Dean! It's Cas!"
The angel inside the puppy sighs gratefully.
"What?"
"The blue eyes, his piercing stare. He's answering us when we call him Cas! We did encounter a witch after all, Dean!"
Dean raises a hand, trying to comprehend what the news that his brother had just blown at him. He looks at the puppy laying on his lap, paws tabbing his jeans. "You, cuddly son of a bitch.."
Sam grins, looking down at Castiel. "You've been found out, little buddy." Castiel tilts his head to the left. "But don't worry Cas, Dean and I are going to get you out of this."
"Yeah." Dean agrees, holding Cas at arm's length to be able to look into his eyes.
Sam packs the medical kit and their bags slipping quietly out of the room.
Once Sam is out of that door, Dean places Cas down on the table across the room. He paces the room awkwardly. "Ah, this is weird." He wipes a hand over his face. "We are- I am gonna get you back to normal, Cas. I promise." He sits on the chair across from him. "We can settle down a snuggling agreement, when you're back." There's a chuckle, and the puppy remains silent. "Look, Cas.. uh.. I am sorry, I didn't mean any of what I said before. I was such a jerk to you, I always have and, God! You always brush that off and look at me like I am something worth the trouble.
Hell Cas, I don't know what I would've done without you, man."
Castiel reaches his paws to touch Dean's thighs and lets out a soft noise of longing.
Dean smiles, at the gesture. In whatever form he was, he was his angel still. So he leans his head down to place a soft kiss on the tip of Castiel's head.
"Now let's teach that bitch a lesson."
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Hunting the witch was indeed a pain in the ass, especially when you have a hurt puppy on your hands. Puppy Cas can be a little bit moody too. When he's feeling cross at Dean he would straight out show it to him. Like for example, biting him.
Dean is so gonna hold that against Cas once he's back in that holy tax accountant meat suit again.
However, the next time the Winchesters encounter the witch she doesn't feel the same. There's an eerie-looking bruise on her left wrist. Not a sign of witchcraft is healing it. Also, her smug expression isn't there. Leaving it easy to for Dean to work with.
Tied to the well, head jerked back by Dean and Sam standing behind not able to watch a thing.
"What you did to the people here in Paradise cannot be forgiven, and I am doing you a favor here now by letting you try out your power for the last time," a smug expression manifest her face. "Turn Cas back, or I swear you'll regret it."
"Sorry, not gonna happen. If I am dying here, I might as well take my dignity back with me."
"Trust me, you don't need that."
"What are you gonna do, Bite me?"
The rage growing in Dean is turned into a cue laughter.
"So, what happened to him?" Sam adds in. "One day, he's completely fine. The next he's bloody and injured!"
"Of course you want to know, geek boy." The witch Monica, rolls her eyes. "Those scars that appear on his body the next day are all the scars he was able not to feel as angel. You know, scars like when you were stopping the apocalypse perhaps? Or saving your damn sorry ass, Dean Winchester. He's all but a poor helpless puppy, now. And the goof news, well to me- You cannot save him without m help."
Dean looks back at Cas slumbering on the leather of the impala.
"You're going to turn him back."
"Hardly think so."
Dean can't believe what he does next, there's a grotesque scream of pain when the witch's minion demons start eating her body up. Sam continues reading the spell with a strain.
"Turn him back!"
"Not gonna happen!"
And it continues until, a dead witch lies in the well and a naked angel is in their car.
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It's Monday night, they're all back to Bobby's house, with Cas not pocket size anymore. He's outside on the porch, staring at Bobby's junk of old cars.
Sam and Bobby are in the kitchen talking about a new lead on some killing in Ohio, while Dean lays asleep on the couch. The same dream of the beach comes to him. He's too content but he has to wake up. He looks around for his angel. Sam and Bobby do not notice him when he leaves to the porch where he finds Cas standing.
"So about that snuggling agreement." Cas isn't startled by Dean's sudden emergence. In fact, he looks about happy to see Dean.
"What about it?" He plays along with the hunter standing across from him.
Dean arches an eyebrow, some things are supposed to be kept unspoken sometimes.
Cas eyes a caterpillar creeping on the wooden platform and fiddles with his feet "Do we get to kiss?"
Dean can't help let a chuckle escape his lips. "You bet your ass we kiss."