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This will be what my house looks like in 5 years.
“Heaven ran out of room so… We’re crashing in your sink.” -Anna
(Source: teenfaggot)
I don’t have anything to write to this except that this looks like it could be Sam.
Maybe Dean snapped a picture of Sam here and Sam’s just like, ‘Dean..’
“Bobby—”
“Shuddup Dean.”
Dean didn’t get why they had to wear these stupid hats. He got why. He just didn’t get why he had to wear it. He was 16. He was supposed to be cool, not wearing some stupid hat. But if Bobby said it would help them on the hunt, then fine. But it didn’t mean he had to enjoy it. He looked off to the side and saw a group of girls from the school he was currently attending and panicked, quickly lowering his head in shame, the hat falling over his eyes, focusing on the ground. Hopefully they hadn’t seen him.
Castiel arched his back, eyes opening slowly at the sunlight breaking through the curtains. He looked over at the bed before he pushed himself to stand, still not used to walking on four legs. He carefully walked over to the bed, tiny claws pushing out as he climbed up onto the blanket, using it to get onto the bed. He disliked how unsteady he felt as he walked over the sheets, but he would get used to it sooner or later.
At least, he hoped so.
He walked over the person sleeping, placing his paw onto the pillow. He tilted his head, watching the male sleep. “Dean,” he said. Though it came out in the sound of a mewl. He could see Dean’s lips tug into a light smile and he leaned over to press his lips to Dean’s, mewling once more. Dean shifted and Castiel fell onto his side, leaning against the former hunter.
Dean raised a hand, fingers gently rubbing the kitten’s chest. He smiled warmly when he heard it begin to purr. Slowly, eyes opened to look down at the wide, blue eyes of the kitten. He could never be sure, but he had a feeling that this was Castiel. He hadn’t seen the angel in ages, but that didn’t mean that this kitten was him, either. Wishful thinking, he told himself, eyes closing again.
Castiel watched Dean carefully as his chest rumbled with warmth of being loved. He had fallen quite some time ago. He had promised himself to always look after Dean. Of course, he hadn’t intended for him to be a kitten while protecting him, but he would take anything. Anything to be close to Dean.
(Source: cute-kitty-cats)
“Sam, stop. Stop it. I swear to God I’m gonna—” Dean’s gaze follows the feather to glare at Sam, instead quickly fumbling to his feet, staring at Lucifer, eyes wide.
Cat gets stuck in a hamster ball“Sam, check this out,” Dean says as he climbs into the pink ball. Once he’s inside, he shifts and the ball starts to move. With a grin, he rolls himself across the room, legs sticking out of the hole he climbed through.
“He-Dean!” Sam whines, moving as Dean comes at him in the pink ball. He narrows his gaze at his older brother, bringing his tail closer to him. “What the hell are you doing? We’re supposed to be working.”
“Oh, c’mon Sammy. I was just… Never mind.” Dean sighs, moving to get out of the ball. A breath of air leaves his lungs as he tries to squeeze his head out, paws flailing a bit as they try to grab at the carpet. “Sam—”
“—Are you stuck?” Sam asks with a laugh. “Yeah, that’s what you get,” he says, moving to start watch the moving pictures on the giant screen again.
“Sam!” Dean shouts, trying not to panic. He grabs his hind legs and starts to wiggle his way out. When he finally rolls out of the ball, he moves quickly to get away from it, throwing it a look, jerking when it moves towards him. “…This never happened,” he said, ears a bright red as he moves to sit next to Sam to help with the decoding of the giant pictures.
(Source: zoophile)
It’s not every night that Balthazar feels lonely. To be honest, he feels lonely a lot. He’s just too proud to really show it. But last night, when Castiel called in to tell him he wasn’t coming home until the next day because Jimmy’s fever had gotten worse, Balthazar told Castiel that he didn’t have to rush to be home. That Castiel needed to be beside Jimmy.
It was silly, the old monkey. But he kept it in the closet for times like these. It was a rather large stuffed monkey. Castiel had won it for him on their third date at the carnival and it smells just like him. Balthazar lugs the silly monkey to bed and crawls in with it, arms wrapping around it, finding it easier to sleep with Castiel’s scent near him.
When Castiel returns the next morning, Balthazar is still asleep with his arms around the monkey, completely content. Smiling softly, Castiel lets him sleep a little longer, moving downstairs to make breakfast for the both before he takes a nap.
