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yetregressing! I adore you, my dear, and I hope you have very many more happy birthdays. omnomnomface is not used with any kind of permission, but more the magic of a birthday, and because of that, I’m sorry if I totally butcher her. Ai asked for something with kittens, I said crack might be involved, and, well—here we are. Also, this is not binding on the verse by any sense of the word, but would be INCREDIBLY amusing if it ever happened.]
The day Castiel’s brother arrives in Chicago is the day that Castiel realizes he honestly didn’t miss him that much.
It’s also the day Castiel becomes a kitten.
Those two things could possibly be related, but for the most part, Castiel has reached that conclusion long before Gabriel turns him into a kitten. As much as he misses his brother, Gabriel’s contempt for Heaven and all its inhabitants hadn’t helped matters either way with the war. Now that he’s here in Chicago, Castiel has a feeling that he’s going to become nearly unbearable. With no one else to torment, it’s almost certain that Gabriel is going to put his focus on his little brother. As evidenced by the fact that Castiel now had four paws, a tail, and is now incapable of verbal communication.
It takes him a moment to wrestle his way out of the clothes and trench coat before stumbling onto the grass of Grant Park. He doesn’t like this new form. The senses are too intense, and everything seems so much larger than it should be. His head dips forward, sniffing at the grass in front of him before he lets out a small mewl of frustration. He doesn’t want to be a kitten. He wants to be an angel.
(Although, technically, he’s probably still an angel, just in a different vessel, but he doesn’t feel like arguing semantics right now.)
Fortunately for Castiel, a lot of his friends spend time in Grant Park. All he really needs to do is amble around until he happens to find one of them. Then attempt to communicate. Simple.
Unfortunately for Castiel, the first friend he happens to stumble upon is Trinity McFasater.
Castiel really has nothing against Trinity. He thinks she’s a nice girl with good intentions, and … impressively honest, even if she is a bit unstable. All things considered, Trinity is still a friend, and therefore she is a possible source of help, regardless of her mental stability.
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yetregressing! I adore you, my dear, and I hope you have very many more happy birthdays. omnomnomface is not used with any kind of permission, but more the magic of a birthday, and because of that, I’m sorry if I totally butcher her. Ai asked for something with kittens, I said crack might be involved, and, well—here we are. Also, this is not binding on the verse by any sense of the word, but would be INCREDIBLY amusing if it ever happened.]The day Castiel’s brother arrives in Chicago is the day that Castiel realizes he honestly didn’t miss him that much.
It’s also the day Castiel becomes a kitten.
Those two things could possibly be related, but for the most part, Castiel has reached that conclusion long before Gabriel turns him into a kitten. As much as he misses his brother, Gabriel’s contempt for Heaven and all its inhabitants hadn’t helped matters either way with the war. Now that he’s here in Chicago, Castiel has a feeling that he’s going to become nearly unbearable. With no one else to torment, it’s almost certain that Gabriel is going to put his focus on his little brother. As evidenced by the fact that Castiel now had four paws, a tail, and is now incapable of verbal communication.
It takes him a moment to wrestle his way out of the clothes and trench coat before stumbling onto the grass of Grant Park. He doesn’t like this new form. The senses are too intense, and everything seems so much larger than it should be. His head dips forward, sniffing at the grass in front of him before he lets out a small mewl of frustration. He doesn’t want to be a kitten. He wants to be an angel.
(Although, technically, he’s probably still an angel, just in a different vessel, but he doesn’t feel like arguing semantics right now.)
Fortunately for Castiel, a lot of his friends spend time in Grant Park. All he really needs to do is amble around until he happens to find one of them. Then attempt to communicate. Simple.
Unfortunately for Castiel, the first friend he happens to stumble upon is Trinity McFasater.
Castiel really has nothing against Trinity. He thinks she’s a nice girl with good intentions, and … impressively honest, even if she is a bit unstable. All things considered, Trinity is still a friend, and therefore she is a possible source of help, regardless of her mental stability.
( *** )
883 words
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