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no dogs allowed (destiel)

"One rule, Cas!" Dean shakes his head in frustration. "I have one rule. No dogs. Ever." 

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this is shit, I'm sorry but it's been sitting in my drafts for months I just had to finish it.

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It wasn't his fault.

There Castiel was on the streets of Lebanon, on the way to the local bakery to pick up one of Kansas's finest - the one and only Cherry Glaze. It was Dean's favorite after all, and besides, pie always put him in a much better mood.

Or rather, it made it easier to get in his pants.

An angel has needs too, you know, and Castiel had fallen not only from the sky, but for the green-eyed hunter who he could proudly call his very own boyfriend. 

So really it wasn't Cas's fault at all, the innocent angel had only been looking to please Dean with pie.

 And that's when he heard it:

"Yip! Yip! Yip!"

He looked down, and there it was, biting at his ankles and jumping back to await his reaction. The a little dog was like a broken record, it continued the same two actions until Castiel bent over to get a closer look at it, and it promptly tried to nip his nose.

"You're a strange canine." He observed, gently patting the dog's head, causing its tail to wag even harder which led its small little body to fall backwards. "It appears you are fond of this affection I'm giving you, how can I further service you, small mammal?"

The dark yipped loudly in response. He was small, black and and brown, and completely irresistable.

"A warm bed?" Cas questioned, scratching his head in thought. "I don't know if Dean would react well to that endeavor."

The dog barked again, and Castiel smiled down at him. "It is of the highest pleasures to meet your aquaintance, Jabel. And you are cute." 

"Dean will adapt."

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"Dean!" Cas called out, waiting patiently for him to come out of his room. 

It used to take Dean a lot longer to come out of his room, and he'd mumble that he was in the shower, even when Cas could tell he was lying. And then Sam would give his brother the same look he gave him when he caught the two of them alone together, though Cas couldn't figure out exactly what it meant. 

However, Dean always reassured him that he didn't have to do that anymore. That Cas was plenty satisfying all on his own.

"Dean!" He called again. He was probably blasting classic rock or researching for a case, unable to hear him calling out.

And sure enough, he stumbled out of the basement looking dishevelled, messy hair and Cas's favorite grey robe draped across his shoulders. In his hand was a coffee cup, and he assumed Dean was running on very few hours of sleep and trying to use caffeine to stay conscious. 

He hated it when Dean didn't take care of himself, and yet his boyfriend refused to listen to him.

"What the hell is that?"

"Jabel. I found him near the park."

"And so you just carried him home? One rule, Cas!" Dean shakes his head in frustration. "I have one rule. No dogs. Ever." Cas gave him a pleading look, one he had known to work on quite a few occasions, but Dean's stern look didn't falter.

"Just for the night. He's cold." Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You say that now, but the next thing you known he's a full grown dog, eating us out of house and home. He's cute now, but not when you've spoiled him. No. And don't give me that look, Castiel, either of you."

The dog whimpered, and Cas couldn't help but feel another pang of remorse for the poor thing.

"Out. Now," Dean demanded, pointing at it.

Cas begrudgingly motioned for the puppy to follow him towards the door, but when he opened it, he was met with a heavy storm and a flash of lightning. "We can't let him out in that weather!" He argued, and Dean clenched his jaw.

He was going to give in.

"Fine."

Cas grinned, patting his furry friend on the head and closing the door. "But the moment the sun comes back out he's gone. Understand?" 

He nodded. "I understand, Dean." He had won this one for now.

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"Cas! Get your feathery little ass in here!"

Dean heard the angel chuckle from a few rooms over, and the footsteps of his boyfriend coming towards him from across the hall. He'd collapsed on the bed in exhaustion, and was waiting patiently for Cas to join him.

Before Dean could even get a glimpse of Cas, he was met with a wave of brown and black fur.

The puppy ran into the room and bounded onto the bed, Dean sputtered as a wet pink tongue found its way all over his face - even in his mouth, and it wasn't Cas's.

"Cas!" Dean choked out, "Get him off me! Now!"

The angel laughed, "I think he likes you."

"CAS-TI-FUCKING-EL, I SWEAR ON MARY WINCHESTER'S GRAVE - " Cas sighed, "Alright, Dean." He called the dog's name, and sure enough, the little furball jumped off the bed at Cas's feet, much to Dean's aggravation. Jabel's little tail was wagging so hard that he nearly lost his balence.

Cas laughed, and kneeled close to the floor to play with him. 

"Come back to bed," Dean whined, only to find Cas lazily smiling up at him. He had the same alluring eyes as the dumb mutt, and Dean wasn't sure if he wanted to kick him out in the rain with the dog, or just kiss the ever loving fuck out of him.

Maybe both.

Later that night, Jabel nudged his way between the couple, and proceeded to lie his head on Dean's chest, promptly falling asleep. "Hey! That's Cas's spot!" Dean protested, trying to nudge him away.

"We're not keeping him," He said, directing the comment to the half asleep angel beside him.

"We'll see."

"We're not."

"We are."

Needless to say, they kept the damned dog, and no matter what Dean said - he fucking fell in love with with the both of them.