Kitty Heaven (Destiel)

Chapter 1 - Personal Stalker

okay so i know for definite, this is the 2nd copy of this seen as though the first one got deleted by accident (i dont know how, but yeah) and im probably not going to be happy with this but ill write anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i hate my style and you guys probably will too but yeah, thanks for reading this if you do <3 (sorry, its going to be terrible,)) <333
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Dean's POV (Kind of,, I guess,, not really but oh well)

"Adios, bitch." The Winchester smirked, as he fired a silver bullet from his pistol in the direction of the fleeing shifter. The bullet hit the creature, but not in the correct place - a shot to the side wouldn't kill it, but it was enough to make it buckle over as it ran, collapsing onto the floor.
"Damn it - meant to do that.." Dean muttered to himself, pursuing the shifter and standing over it's spasming body.
"Where is my brother?" He spat at the creature, who was now slowly calming down, clutching the gaping bullet wound in it's side.
"I-I am y-your brother.." The shifter wheezed, staring up into Dean's beautiful, emerald eyes.
It was true in a way; the identity thief had taken over the appearance of the Winchester's younger brother, Sam. This wasn't Sammy, though - Dean was sure of that.
"Don't give me that bullshit, where is Sam?" He pointed the gun between the left side and the middle of the shifter's chest, aiming for it's heart.
"H-he's right here, i-in all his full-blown g-glory!" 'Sam' replied with a smirk, before coughing and groaning. Dean kicked him in the stomach, watching as he writhed around in pain, before forcing him onto his back and pointing the gun at him again.
"One last time. Where is my brother?" The Winchester was agitated now, and ready to shoot. Having also clearly had enough, the shifter just shrugged, splaying his arms across the floor and closing his eyes. Dean sighed, before making sure his gun was aligned with the monster's heart, turning his head away, and shooting. Even though he knew it wasn't really Sam, he still didn't want to watch his brother die.
"Sammy?" Dean yelled, stepping away from the shapeshifter and starting to look around it's layer. It was cold and dark, and stank of rotting flesh. Screwing up his nose, the boy continued to search for his brother.
"Sam?!" Turning a corner, he continued to call to Sam, hoping that he would get a reply.
"Sa -"
"Dean..?"
The older Winchester didn't have to ask again. He immediately recognised the voice of his younger brother, and jogged in the direction of it. Dean soon found his brother - Sam's hands had been bound around some sort of metal structure that was supporting the wreck of a building that they were in, and he was struggling furiously to try and escape.
"Hey, Sammy.." Dean cooed as he ran over to Sam, crouching behind his back and starting to untie his bonds.
"Dean - I heard gunshots, - two - is it dead?" Sam was breathless; he had obviously tired himself out with the struggle.
"Yeah, yeah, the sucker's gone.." Dean said, pulling out a pocket knife and started to saw through the rope.
"But two bullets? It should've been one, Dean - "
"I missed the first time, okay? It's dead, and I'm fine. Job done." The older brother sliced through the ropes bounding his sibling, and he stood up, brushing himself off.
"So," Sam started, looking around for the weapons that he had entered the building with, "what now? There aren't any other jobs here, right?" He picked up a small, silver blade and slid it into his belt, as Dean snooped around the area.
"No, not that I know of. I mean, we should definitely double check before we leave, but I think this place is good for now." He replied, lifting up a blanket and screwing up his nose at whatever was under it, before throwing it back down.
"Yeah, sounds good." Sam added with a nod. By now, he had collected his few weapons that the shifter had taken when he disarmed the younger Winchester, and they were both ready to leave. Dean led the way out of the building, smiling as he saw the door. He turned his head to make sure that Sam was still following, and when the younger brother cocked his head up to let Dean know he was there, he kept going.
The ground outside was quite dry, even though it was pelting down with rain. It was quite a desolate area, with no buildings other than an abandoned barn around. Wind was rustling slightly through the tall grass and shrubbery, and causing the few trees around the area to twist and dance majestically. Sam and Dean emerged from the house, sighing miserably as they realised that the weather was still pretty poor. Dean slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and continued to walk, heading in the rough direction of the Impala.
"I still don't understand why you parked so far away.." Sam muttered, following his older brother's lead.
"Quiet, Sammy. I wasn't entirely sure where this place even was."
The boys kept walking, and after a short while, the rain and wind stopped. There was still the occasion rustling, which ensured that both brothers stayed alert. Neither felt in danger, but both felt the need to be prepared if anything was to attack. Dean became agitated when the rustling got louder, though, and held his gun low inside his jacket.
"Dean, it'll be fine, put your gun away.." Sam tried to calm his brother down, but it was to no avail. Dean held a hand up to the side of his head, gesturing for Sam to 'shut the hell up', and continued walking. He was crouched slightly, and scanning the area for any visible sign of a threat. The sound of twigs cracking under a considerable amount of pressure would occasionally be heard, which made the brothers, especially Dean, stand on edge. Dean's eyes were wide and his lips pressed together in a straight line as he continued walking. It was almost like a lion, hunting it's prey - although neither the Winchesters nor their pursuer knew who was the predator, and who was prey. Sam noticed movement coming from a growth of tall grass, and slowly started making his way over, knife in hand.
"Sam! Get back here!" Dean whisper-shouted, his body freezing. This time, it was Sam's turn to shush his older brother, and he did so by mimicking Dean's actions from earlier - putting a hand up to the side of his head. The older Winchester sighed, earning a cocky grin from moose, as he pushed the grass aside with his gun. Instinctively, he held his arm in front of his chest, ready to push back anything that would pounce. Dean expected the worst - he was aiming his gun just to the right of Sam's head, over his shoulder.. But the younger Winchester had burst out into a fit of laughter, and was now crouching on the floor.
"Sam..?" Dean asked curiously, walking over to stand by the side of his brother. Sam weakly pointed to a small, black - something - that was sat in the grass, still laughing. As Sam composed himself a few feet behind the grass, Dean kneeled on the ground, squinting his eyes curiously. The black shape began to move, and in it's own beautiful way, stood up to reveal that it was a small, ebony cat. The feline had the most stunning and piercing blue eyes that Dean had ever seen, or at least, that he could remember. Holding a hand out slowly, he gently cooed to the cat;
"Hey, buddy.. What're you doing out here?" The cat quickly flinched away from Dean's hand, and he pulled it back, moving to sit cross-legged opposite the animal. It's eyes widened hugely, as it cautiously plodded forward and sniffed Dean's knee. The boy slowly ran a hand down it's back, enjoying the feel of the cat's soft, silky fur.
"You know, usually I'd be sneezing by now. Cats set me off, but you're not too bad. I guess you're a special kitty." He said with a smile, as the cat moved around him in a circle motion. It let out a soft meow when it completed it's first circle and resumed it's earlier position, sat opposite Dean. By now, Sam had composed himself and moved back over to Dean.
"Making friends, Dean?" The younger brother asked as he sat beside Dean, watching the cat as it backed away a few feet.
"Quiet, Sam - you're scaring him.."
"Him?"
Dean had just assumed that the cat was male, he didn't know why, he just had. He shrugged, holding his hand out for the cat again.
"Does he have a collar?" Sam asked, eyeing the cat curiously. Dean shook his head, rubbing his hand under the feline's chin, earning a purr from him.
"No, but he's really skinny, so he's probably a stray." Replied the older brother, gently poking at the cat's protruding ribs. It hissed slightly, moving back.
"What do you want to do with him? I mean, we could possibly - " Sam began, but Dean cut him off;
"Possibly do what, Sam? Take him back to the bunker? And what about when we're hunting, leave him to starve? It wouldn't work."
The boys bickered for a while, the black cat watching them the whole time. Dean was sure he recognised the animal's dazzling blue eyes from somewhere, he just couldn't pin his finger on it. After they had stopped arguing, they decided to leave the cat - after all, they wouldn't be there to look after it the majority of the time, and Dean didn't particularly want black fur all over the back seats of the Impala. The older Winchester tousled the fur between it's ears one last time, before apologising - despite Sam's point that the cat wouldn't understand it - and walking away.
Back at the Impala, Sam got into the passenger side, slowly followed by Dean, who got into the driver's side, sighing as he sat down.
"You're not actually upset about the cat, are you? You've dealt with more than leaving an animal on the side of a road before, Dean." Sam stated questioningly, as Dean started the car. After flashing Sam a quick pissed off look, Dean started drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Of course not. I'm just.. It doesn't matter. It's fine." He assured him, as they continued to drive off into the darkness.

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Castiel's POV (I guess? I don't really know, I hate my style ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

"Of course not. I'm just.. It doesn't matter. It's fine."

Castiel watched the boys curiously from the back seat. He knew that they didn't know that he was there, and that even if they knew, they would think he didn't understand them.
They were wrong.
He also knew that Dean wasn't fine. There was something on his mind. Something clawing away at the very back of his brain, digging into his thoughts, beginning to crack and break down a wall that he had built long ago to block out memories. Good memories, and bad ones. Just ones that he didn't want to remember.
Curling up into a tight ball, Cas wrapped his tail around his legs, and continued to stare at the boys - especially Dean. He had recognised him almost instantly, even though part of him really didn't want to. The boys in the front were silent for the rest of the journey, and when Dean had turned around so he could reverse into the spot in front of the entrance to the bunker, Cas leapt onto the floor and hid under Sam's seat.
"Did you drop something?" Sam asked Dean as he parked the car, leading to the older brother giving him a 'are you shitting me?' look.
"I thought that was you.. Your foot, or something.." He replied, before him and Sam stared at each other for a while. Whilst Sam flicked his head towards the back seats, Dean pulled out his gun, and they turned around in unison. Seeing nothing, the brothers shrugged it off, and got out of the Impala.
Castiel shot out of the door as soon as Sam opened it, trying to remain out of the boy's view. He could easily sneak into the bunker with Sam and Dean - it would provide a warm place to stay, and perhaps even food, if they didn't mind that he followed them home. Just the thought of food made Castiel woozy. It had been ages since he had had a proper meal, and truthfully, he was starving.
Plodding cautiously into the shrubbery beside the entrance of the bunker, Castiel ensured that he stayed silent, determined not to alert the Winchesters of his presence. Sam and Dean had made their way over to the door and were heading inside, so Cas slowly followed, before Sam came back and locked the door. The inside of the bunker scared the cat - he had no idea where to go, what to do, or what was going to happen when Sam or Dean saw him. He sat in the corner, licking a paw and rubbing it over his face, pondering his next move.
"Hey, Dean? This cat look familiar to you?" Cas all of a sudden heard Sam yell, as he walked around the corner, smiling.
"Are you serious? You brought him home?" Dean's expression was unreadable to Castiel - he looked excited, and pleased, but also terrified and annoyed at the same time.
"No, of course I didn't. You said no. He must've snook into the back of the Impala.." Sam replied, crouching and holding a hand out towards Cas. He gently head butted Sam's hand, purring and rubbing his cheek on his thumb. "Go get him some food, yeah?"
Dean sighed, and reluctantly headed to the kitchen, the small black cat circling his heels and meowing eagerly.
"Yeah, yeah, okay, I'm going as fast as I can.." He said, smiling faintly as he grabbed a packet of cooked chicken out of the fridge.
"We have no cat food, so you'll have to deal with this stuff for now.. Cats like chicken, right?"
Castiel was tempted to nod, but then he realised that Dean would know that he understood him, and he couldn't know that. Not yet. Instead, he just meowed again, leaning on Dean's legs.
The Winchester smiled more, cutting up several slices of chicken on the surface and scraping them into a bowl, before putting it on the floor. Cas immediately bounded over and started eating, ignoring Dean as he sat beside him, running his hand along his head and back. The cat purred, but continued eating.
"Hm, you're hungry, aren't you?" Dean asked quietly, obviously not expecting a reply - Castiel was a cat, after all. Cas resisted the urge to nod once more, and finished his chicken, licking his muzzle. The Winchester smiled, standing up and walking back out of the kitchen. The cat followed him into the main room of the bunker - the large meeting room. Dean sat down on a chair at the table, opposite Sam.
Poking his head around the corner, Castiel began to observed the room.
It was big - huge, in fact. The table was set out in the middle of the room, and stretched along the majority of it. Surrounding the table were shelves and cases, full of books, weapons, ornaments and other things. With his tail held high, Cas plodded further into the room and over to the chair that Dean was sat on.
"Looks like you've got your own personal stalker, Dean." Sam said, gesturing to Castiel and laughing slightly. Dean patted his knees, and Cas leapt up, circling and then curling up into a ball on the boy's lap. Smiling, the older Winchester stroked the cat's fur until he fell asleep, purring happily.
"I guess it looks like I do."

((ahklkfkjhgakdhag im really scared tbh,,, you probably didnt like that if you read it, but i dont mind. updates in this are going to be r e a l l y slow, because im really lazy and unmotivated tbh, uh, yeah, i dont know what else to say. i think this chapter was p long so sorry about that ahah,,, yeah, thanks ówò <333)))