Fic - The Dog Days of Castiel
Title: The Dog Days of Castiel
Characters (Pairings): Cas, Dean, pre-slash or friendship.
Ratings/Warnings: None
Word Count: 1500ish
Summary: Castiel-transformed-into-an-animal (your choice which and how) really really likes having his ears rubbed. When he gets changed back, he still likes it. Written for the Castiel-Centric BAMF & Schmoop Fic, Art, and Vid Party over at maychorian 's LJ.
A/N:Click here for Canine!Cas
A/N: This is what I was doing last night instead of working on my Big Bang...
Bobby said it would wear off in a few days.
Something to do with the lunar cycle and once the new moon came around, everything would be ‘reset’ and go back to normal.
He was sure of it.
Well, pretty sure.
Mostly sure.
Okay, it was a little bit of a crap shoot but it was the only hope they had, and for now, that was good enough.
Dean was stretched out on the floor, back against the sofa watching TV when Cas, that is, canine Cas came lumbering over to him. With a dramatic sigh, Cas flopped down on the floor next to Dean, leaving a puff of white fur circling the air lazily.
And waited.
“I’m not doing it anymore.”
Cas’ tail started thumping on the hardwood of Bobby’s house.
Dean wouldn’t look over. “No. It makes me feel weird. It should make you feel weird too.”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Dude, you’re an angel. Have a little self respect.”
Thump. Thump. Thump. And then the coup de grace, Cas slapped Dean on the thigh with one of his big front paws. And Dean made the mistake of looking down at him and making contact with his big old Cas Puppy Eyes.
Fuck. He made eye-contact. You never make eye-contact.
Dean gave him a warning look. “This is the last time, and I mean it. Last time.”
The tail thumped harder, as if Canine Cas knew that the battle was over and he had won. Dean gave a last huff of mock annoyance and then pounced on Cas, rubbing his belly vigorously until Cas rolled over a little onto his back, front paws dangling in the air, back legs all akimbo. Dean couldn’t help himself from making stupid pet-owner talk as he did it.
“Who’s a good doggy? You’re a good doggy! Who’s a good little angel doggy, you are! You are!”
It was hard not to laugh at the absolutely blissed out expression on the dog’s face. Dean rubbed his hands firmly over the dog’s soft belly and when Cas decided he’d had enough, he flipped over easily onto his tummy, and Dean worked over his back. Canine Cas preened under the attention, arching his back and wagging his tail in mad circles as Dean’s hands went higher and higher up his spine until they hit the jackpot.
The ears.
Cas’ back leg thumped crazily against the floor as Dean found that spot behind his ears and scratched at it furiously. Cas craned his head at an awkward angle trying to get Dean to scratch harder, faster, his blue eyes locked on Dean.
“You like that, don’tcha? Yeah, I know buddy, I know. Who’s a good doggy?”
“What are you doing?”
Dean bolted upright like he’d been electrocuted. “Nothing.”
Sam eyed him from the kitchen doorway suspiciously. “Uh-huh.”
“What? He’s a dog.”
“Dude, you know he’s gonna be full on angel again in a couple of days. That shit could get awkward.”
“Bite me.”
***
It was funny how Canine Cas automatically assumed he was sleeping in Dean’s bed. The first night, when the lights had gone out, Cas padded up the stairs quietly, barely making a sound and Dean hardly felt the dip in the bed at all as Cas hopped up and curled into a tight ball at the foot of the bed.
He sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.
“Hell no.”
Canine Cas’ blue eyes lazily flicked over to Dean and then shut. Dean poked at Cas with his foot.
“No, go sleep downstairs or outside or whatever angels or dogs do. Beds are for humans.” Another foot poke.
Cas didn’t budge. Just curled his tail over his nose and went to sleep.
It was now night four. Cas jumped up, scratched around for a bit, turned three times and plopped down exhausted.
He looked at Dean with a demanding air.
“I told you. No.”
Canine Cas huffed.
“No.”
It was the whining that did it. It was the saddest thing he’d ever heard. For a big animal, he sure could sound pathetic. Dean rolled his eyes.
“Laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you? Fine. But seriously. Last time dude.”
Again, as soon as Dean hit the spot behind the ears, the back foot starting thumping madly against the mattress, making the whole bed shake. Dean had to stifle a chuckle. It was pretty fucking funny. After two solid minutes of ear scratching, Dean smoothed down all of Cas’ fur.
“There, are you happy now?” he said with a laugh. He turned off the light and went to sleep.
And yeah, it was a little awkward waking up the next morning to a naked human Cas asleep curled in the fetal position at the foot of the bed.
Okay, more than a little.
Aw, fuckit, it was awkward as hell. Dean might have maybe, just a little bit yelped like a girl. Cas’ eyes shot open and he jerked and then fell off the bed. That brought Sam and Bobby to the room and they found Cas calmly standing in front of Dean asking why he was naked and in Dean’s room while Dean tried (and failed) to not look.
A couple of hours later and Cas was dressed again, frowning as the Winchesters and Bobby explained what had happened over the last four days.
“I was a canine?”
“Yep. Good lookin’ dog too,” said Bobby as he took a hot sip of his coffee.
“What do you remember?” asked Sam gently.
“Yeah, what do you remember?” Dean looked at him warily.
Castiel frowned. “I don’t… It’s very disjointed. Fragmented. Everything smelled very strongly. And sounded very… sharp. And I was… furry.”
“I’ll say,” grumbled Bobby. “I’m never gettin’ all that fur outta my house. Like living with a wookie.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Aw, hell, boy, don’t apologize. Not your fault you were a walking fur factory.”
Dean coughed. “So, um, that’s it? Nothing else?”
Sam didn’t even try to hide his smirk.
Castiel shook his head slowly. “I don’t think so.”
“Well,” Dean said with false brightness. “Lesson learned. Don’t piss off faeries.”
***
Dean heard the flutter of wings that always accompanied Cas’ arrival but he pretended to still be asleep. It was the middle of the night and Dean should be dead to the world but he’d been tossing and turning since he went to bed.
It was totally not because he missed having canine Cas around.
Cas didn’t say anything and but Dean heard him shifting back and forth on his feet. After two minutes, Dean couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“What?” he said, a little sharper than he intended.
“I… I think…” A frown. A deep frown, eyebrows coming together and nearly making a solid line. “I think I was quite happy as a canine,” he finally finished.
Dean nodded slowly. “Yeah. I get that. Dog’s life is pretty good.”
Castiel shifted back and forth again. “Things were simple. I liked it simple. While I am grateful to be returned to this vessel, it is… it is very… difficult.”
“Sit down,” Dean said gruffly, tipping his head toward the end of the bed.
A look of hope crossed over Cas’ face as he sat at the foot of the bed, turning his back to Dean. Dean slowly, carefully moved forward.
“You tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you.”
“I understand.”
When Dean’s hand touched Cas’ hair, Dean heard Cas sigh quietly and he tipped his head back slightly. Dean started scratching over Cas’ scalp, applying strong pressure. He was surprised that while Cas’ hair wasn’t as fluffy as dog fur, it was just as soft. Dean stifled his laugh when he felt the bed jiggle and he looked down to see one of Cas feet tapping the floor madly.
Dean realized that he might have missed it too.
Finally, Dean smoothed Cas’ hair back in place, or as in place as his hair ever got and clapped Cas gently on the shoulder twice.
“Better?”
“Yes, Dean. Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
Characters (Pairings): Cas, Dean, pre-slash or friendship.
Ratings/Warnings: None
Word Count: 1500ish
Summary: Castiel-transformed-into-an-animal (your choice which and how) really really likes having his ears rubbed. When he gets changed back, he still likes it. Written for the Castiel-Centric BAMF & Schmoop Fic, Art, and Vid Party over at maychorian 's LJ.
A/N:Click here for Canine!Cas
A/N: This is what I was doing last night instead of working on my Big Bang...
Bobby said it would wear off in a few days.
Something to do with the lunar cycle and once the new moon came around, everything would be ‘reset’ and go back to normal.
He was sure of it.
Well, pretty sure.
Mostly sure.
Okay, it was a little bit of a crap shoot but it was the only hope they had, and for now, that was good enough.
Dean was stretched out on the floor, back against the sofa watching TV when Cas, that is, canine Cas came lumbering over to him. With a dramatic sigh, Cas flopped down on the floor next to Dean, leaving a puff of white fur circling the air lazily.
And waited.
“I’m not doing it anymore.”
Cas’ tail started thumping on the hardwood of Bobby’s house.
Dean wouldn’t look over. “No. It makes me feel weird. It should make you feel weird too.”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Dude, you’re an angel. Have a little self respect.”
Thump. Thump. Thump. And then the coup de grace, Cas slapped Dean on the thigh with one of his big front paws. And Dean made the mistake of looking down at him and making contact with his big old Cas Puppy Eyes.
Fuck. He made eye-contact. You never make eye-contact.
Dean gave him a warning look. “This is the last time, and I mean it. Last time.”
The tail thumped harder, as if Canine Cas knew that the battle was over and he had won. Dean gave a last huff of mock annoyance and then pounced on Cas, rubbing his belly vigorously until Cas rolled over a little onto his back, front paws dangling in the air, back legs all akimbo. Dean couldn’t help himself from making stupid pet-owner talk as he did it.
“Who’s a good doggy? You’re a good doggy! Who’s a good little angel doggy, you are! You are!”
It was hard not to laugh at the absolutely blissed out expression on the dog’s face. Dean rubbed his hands firmly over the dog’s soft belly and when Cas decided he’d had enough, he flipped over easily onto his tummy, and Dean worked over his back. Canine Cas preened under the attention, arching his back and wagging his tail in mad circles as Dean’s hands went higher and higher up his spine until they hit the jackpot.
The ears.
Cas’ back leg thumped crazily against the floor as Dean found that spot behind his ears and scratched at it furiously. Cas craned his head at an awkward angle trying to get Dean to scratch harder, faster, his blue eyes locked on Dean.
“You like that, don’tcha? Yeah, I know buddy, I know. Who’s a good doggy?”
“What are you doing?”
Dean bolted upright like he’d been electrocuted. “Nothing.”
Sam eyed him from the kitchen doorway suspiciously. “Uh-huh.”
“What? He’s a dog.”
“Dude, you know he’s gonna be full on angel again in a couple of days. That shit could get awkward.”
“Bite me.”
***
It was funny how Canine Cas automatically assumed he was sleeping in Dean’s bed. The first night, when the lights had gone out, Cas padded up the stairs quietly, barely making a sound and Dean hardly felt the dip in the bed at all as Cas hopped up and curled into a tight ball at the foot of the bed.
He sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.
“Hell no.”
Canine Cas’ blue eyes lazily flicked over to Dean and then shut. Dean poked at Cas with his foot.
“No, go sleep downstairs or outside or whatever angels or dogs do. Beds are for humans.” Another foot poke.
Cas didn’t budge. Just curled his tail over his nose and went to sleep.
It was now night four. Cas jumped up, scratched around for a bit, turned three times and plopped down exhausted.
He looked at Dean with a demanding air.
“I told you. No.”
Canine Cas huffed.
“No.”
It was the whining that did it. It was the saddest thing he’d ever heard. For a big animal, he sure could sound pathetic. Dean rolled his eyes.
“Laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you? Fine. But seriously. Last time dude.”
Again, as soon as Dean hit the spot behind the ears, the back foot starting thumping madly against the mattress, making the whole bed shake. Dean had to stifle a chuckle. It was pretty fucking funny. After two solid minutes of ear scratching, Dean smoothed down all of Cas’ fur.
“There, are you happy now?” he said with a laugh. He turned off the light and went to sleep.
And yeah, it was a little awkward waking up the next morning to a naked human Cas asleep curled in the fetal position at the foot of the bed.
Okay, more than a little.
Aw, fuckit, it was awkward as hell. Dean might have maybe, just a little bit yelped like a girl. Cas’ eyes shot open and he jerked and then fell off the bed. That brought Sam and Bobby to the room and they found Cas calmly standing in front of Dean asking why he was naked and in Dean’s room while Dean tried (and failed) to not look.
A couple of hours later and Cas was dressed again, frowning as the Winchesters and Bobby explained what had happened over the last four days.
“I was a canine?”
“Yep. Good lookin’ dog too,” said Bobby as he took a hot sip of his coffee.
“What do you remember?” asked Sam gently.
“Yeah, what do you remember?” Dean looked at him warily.
Castiel frowned. “I don’t… It’s very disjointed. Fragmented. Everything smelled very strongly. And sounded very… sharp. And I was… furry.”
“I’ll say,” grumbled Bobby. “I’m never gettin’ all that fur outta my house. Like living with a wookie.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Aw, hell, boy, don’t apologize. Not your fault you were a walking fur factory.”
Dean coughed. “So, um, that’s it? Nothing else?”
Sam didn’t even try to hide his smirk.
Castiel shook his head slowly. “I don’t think so.”
“Well,” Dean said with false brightness. “Lesson learned. Don’t piss off faeries.”
***
Dean heard the flutter of wings that always accompanied Cas’ arrival but he pretended to still be asleep. It was the middle of the night and Dean should be dead to the world but he’d been tossing and turning since he went to bed.
It was totally not because he missed having canine Cas around.
Cas didn’t say anything and but Dean heard him shifting back and forth on his feet. After two minutes, Dean couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“What?” he said, a little sharper than he intended.
“I… I think…” A frown. A deep frown, eyebrows coming together and nearly making a solid line. “I think I was quite happy as a canine,” he finally finished.
Dean nodded slowly. “Yeah. I get that. Dog’s life is pretty good.”
Castiel shifted back and forth again. “Things were simple. I liked it simple. While I am grateful to be returned to this vessel, it is… it is very… difficult.”
“Sit down,” Dean said gruffly, tipping his head toward the end of the bed.
A look of hope crossed over Cas’ face as he sat at the foot of the bed, turning his back to Dean. Dean slowly, carefully moved forward.
“You tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you.”
“I understand.”
When Dean’s hand touched Cas’ hair, Dean heard Cas sigh quietly and he tipped his head back slightly. Dean started scratching over Cas’ scalp, applying strong pressure. He was surprised that while Cas’ hair wasn’t as fluffy as dog fur, it was just as soft. Dean stifled his laugh when he felt the bed jiggle and he looked down to see one of Cas feet tapping the floor madly.
Dean realized that he might have missed it too.
Finally, Dean smoothed Cas’ hair back in place, or as in place as his hair ever got and clapped Cas gently on the shoulder twice.
“Better?”
“Yes, Dean. Thank you.”
“Anytime.”