Collection of Destiel

Bonded With Fish

"What are you guys, twelve?!" As loud as Dean screamed it across the street, he knew it went on deaf ears. With a heavy sigh, the hunter ducked his head and busied himself unloading the groceries into the Impala by himself.

When the last bag was stuffed into the back seat, and the door was slammed, Dean found himself muttering curses under his breath as he made his way across the street. He knew the moment Sam mentioned that there might be puppies or kittens at Petco that Castiel would be gooey eyed over the place. All he wanted was to go back to the bunker and soak in a tub of water that would melt the skin off of his aching bones. But he didn't grumble anymore when he walked into the building and saw his brother crouching down with a golden retriever on his lap.

It wasn't every day Dean got to see that spark in Sam's eyes, the same spark that used to be apparent before Sam found out about the supernatural. It took Dean's breath away as he stood stone still in the middle of the pet store. The puppy was yipping and lapping at Sam's cheeks, making the taller man coo and laugh heartedly.

Dean found himself walking over toward Sam with a smile on his face. "No dogs at the bunker, Sammy."

"You're such a party pooper." Sam stuck out his tongue at his older brother before turning his attention back to the ball of fur now curling up against his shins. "She could be a guard dog."

"Nope." Dean's heart hurt a little to deny this but he knew it was for the best. "Our life is no place for a pet."

"Then you should probably go find Cas. My best guess is he went straight for the guinea pigs." Sam shot Dean a shit-eating grin. "Good luck saying no to his 'puppy face'."

"Fuck." Dean turned on his heel before searching frantically through the store. All he needed was his angel to bring home a box full of rodents.

The more empty isles he came upon the more worried he grew. He breathed in relief when he saw that the guinea pig area was Cas-free. Then his gut dropped to the floor. His eyes fell on a dark-haired head on top of a tan trenchcoat at the register. The closer Dean got, the more he could hear what Castiel was saying along with his flailing arms.

"They're trapped in there! When do you feed them?! They are starving! One of them dies and you allow it to float there for hours! How could you be so blatantly cruel to one of God's creatures?!" Castiel was menacingly glaring down the worker with the wrath of God Himself.

"Shit," Dean murmured under his breath when he saw how red his angel's face was. Taking in a deep breath, he reached out and pressed his palm against Cas' choulder softly. "Hey, sweetheart? What's going on here?"

Castiel's blue eyes flashed over to meet his, a little of the anger receding. "They are miserable here, Dean! I will not allow for such a monumental creature to be treated as such!"

"'Monumental creature'?" Dean glanced over at the worker to see that she was flushing and looking anyway but at them. "How do you know they're miserable? They could love-"

"They told me." Cas stated simply before turning back to the worker. "I am taking all of them."

Her eyes widened comically as her jaw fell open. "All of them?"

"Yes. I don't care about the cost." Castiel reached into his coat pocket. "Please have them bagged for me. I will also need a tank."

"'A tank'? 'All of them'? Wait, what-" Dean felt like he was living his worst nightmare right there in Petco. "Cas, we can't-"

The angel tilted his head to give Dean a seriously deadly glare. "Are you going to stop me?"

Dean swallowed thickly and shook his head. "No."

As the three of them were driving back to the bunker in the Impala, Castiel was idly chatting with the fish that were bagged and spread out across the entire back seat and floor. Dean couldn't find the heart to pretend like this wasn't one of the reasons why he loved Cas so much. And even though he spent a week getting dirty looks from Sam, he thought it was worth it when he'd see Castiel reading a book by one of the many tanks now littering the library.