Dean took a lot of Benadryl to prepare for this moment, and though his eyes are droopy and his skin itches, he tries his hardest to bite back his sneezes and grins, all lopsided and watery eyes, as Cas pulls the kitten from his arms and nuzzles it.
But the sneezes catch up and he lets one slip out that could rival the backfire of a car, and Cas, with his watchful blue eyes, squints at him real hard like in that way of his, nose scrunched, eyeballs barely visible.
“You’re allergic to cats. Dean, you have to take this kitten back.”
“No, no way. You always wanted a cat, so here’s your friggin cat.” Dean snaps, stomping to the bathroom to grab a tissue.
When he emerges there’s pure torment on Cas’ face as he switches from adoring looks towards the kitten and pained agony toward Dean.
“No, we’re keeping the cat. I bought a lot of Benadryl, I’m fine Cas. I’m fine.” the last is bit out quickly before a sneeze, and Dean scratches furiously at his neck where the kitten had nestled on the ride back to the bat cave.
The kitten plops to the ground with a soft thud and Cas wanders towards Dean, hands outstretched like he’s going to try and heal him of his allergies. Dean shrinks away, ducks into the bathroom. “Wash your hands before you touch me.”
And so that’s how it goes. Cas takes care of the kitten most hours of the day, and when he’s not with the fuzzball he’s supplying Dean with a steady stream of tissues and allergy medication, his hands scrubbed hard under hot water to rid them of pet dander.
He makes it a point to not kiss the kitten often, because scrubbing his lips is uncomfortable and he’d rather not have to be kept away from kissing Dean.
“What do you mean you think we need a cat?” Dean glared down at where Cas was perched on the edge of his bed.
“A cat would be an appropriate addition now that we have a permanent home.” Cas replied, folding his arms to match Dean’s stance.
“And Dean, they’re adorable.” he added, leaning towards Dean a little as if he was sharing a secret. They could hear a chuckle from the other room and then Sam yelled out a “yeah Dean, they’re adorable!”
“You stay out of this!” Dean yelled back, reaching over to close the door.
“Cas.” Dean’s voice is low, barely above a hum. “Cas, there’s fur up my nose.”
Cas bites back a smile, shifts on the sheets until he’s rolled over on his side. He cracks open one eye, just slightly, and grins a little wider at what he sees.
“She likes you, Dean,” Cas replies, reaching out to pet the kitten crawling on Dean’s pillow, moving his hand to card through Dean’s hair after. He doesn’t mention that they both purr when he does this, because Dean would pout. “Can’t blame her for wanting to cuddle.”
Dean tries to frown, but it’s barely even a valiant attempt. “It’s, like, four in the morning, baby. Can’t she cuddle with you? I don’t want my allergies waking me up for good.”
Cas rolls his eyes, wonders how Dean thinks he can still get away with the allergies excuse, even after Cas used his grace to cure that particular ailment. Dean tends to have selective forgetfulness, sometimes, and Cas puts up with him, anyway.
“We can all cuddle together,” Cas suggests, and doesn’t bother to wait for an answer before he burrows in. He tucks his head underneath Dean’s chin, throws his arm across Dean’s waist and his leg across Dean’s thighs, and brings the kitten down to sit in the small gap between their chests. “See, isn’t this nice?”
Dean grumbles, winding one arm around Cas’ shoulders and tugging him closer. Cas pretends not to notice the finger scratching behind the kitten’s ear for the sake of Dean’s pride.
“Don’t know why I put with you sometimes,” he grumbles, fingers tapping against Cas’ skin. “Either of you, actually.”
“It’s because you love us.” It’s the truth, the whole truth, and Cas loves that Dean feels safe enough with the knowledge being open that he just chuckles under his breath. “Now go back sleep, Dean.”
Dean hums under his breath, smacks his lips and pulls the covers up over the three of them a little further. Cas feels happiest with Dean’s skin warm against his, with a little fur-ball tucked against his chest and purring. It makes him feel safe, and it feels like home.
He knows that Dean doesn’t like to admit, but secretly he feels exactly like this, too.