Our Lady of Fandom, early Saturday mornong

[scruffnfeathers]

". . . really, it's the least you'll have to worry about once the kittens are born," Castiel was telling Angelbane. She'd started shuffling slowly after him everywhere he went, mewing at him. He was following all the rules for pregnant cat care he'd found online -- he wasn't sure what she wanted from him.

Other than possibly to eat his wings.

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[weechesters]

And there he was, dressed in that trench coat that Dad kept trying to throw out, and that Father always remade when Dad wasn't looking.

But more interesting to Cas was the cat.

"You have a kitty," he observed happily, leaning over to hold a hand out to the cat.

[scruffnfeathers]

There was a tiny person in the church. A tiny person wearing, of all things, a trenchcoat.

"I do. Her name is Angelbane, and she is with children. Are you lost?"

[weechesters]

"Not really," Cas said, petting the cat and scratching behind her ears. "I bet Dad named her, didn't he?"

[scruffnfeathers]

"That would depend entirely on who your father is. I am not created to name thing."