Sastiel cat AU.

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You wouldn’t think that a fully grown adult male Maine Coon could disappear so completely and thoroughly that it was nigh impossible to track him down, but somehow Sam had done it; considering that it was Castiel’s own initial lashing out in startlement that had sent the bigger tom into hiding, well, Sam’s short-haired half-brother Dean wasn’t exactly leaping at the chance to help Castiel find the wayward cat he’d tasked himself with apologizing to… though how he was supposed to do that was anycat’s guess.

It took a while, but he finally managed to track Sam down to the library, stretched out to nearly twice his usual length in a warm patch of sunlight slanting across the big wooden desk against one wall, but he still roused enough to open one green-gold eye the moment Castiel got close. The seal point Siamese lowered his head and ears contritely and squeezed his blue eyes closed for the space of a heartbeat and waited, and he was rewarded when Sam flicked one ear and rolled onto his side, exposing his belly and lifting one paw to invite Castiel to curl up in the sunlight with him– an invitation that Castiel was more than happy to accept, relieved that he had been forgiven.

Mwrow…..loves it…..

Prompt: Jack has a bad dream. Like any young child, he instinctively wants to crawl in bed with his dads, Cas and Sam.

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AN: This took a bit longer than I had anticipated, and required some rewriting after my computer glitched and I lost the first draft. Hope it’s what you were looking for!

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THE BUNKER WAS very different from the motel room. There was more space, but also more walls and doors that closed to keep people in or out. There was also a steady humming itch in the air that Jack couldn’t quite make himself ignore, though Sam and Dean seemed unaware of it. Castiel had caught him rubbing his arms earlier, and the look in his eyes was understanding and sympathetic, so maybe that itch was part of his angel side reacting to something supernatural about the Bunker. He tried not to let it put him on edge, but in the privacy of his room, with the hum and itch the only thing he could perceive, it felt incredibly isolating.

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