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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Castiel
  Additional Tags:
      Catboy!Cas, catboy!dean
  Series:
      Part 1 of catboys
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-21 Words: 498
****** Catboy Drabbles ******
by BrandiChampane
Summary
     Just a collection of mini catboy fics I've written
Dean’s small frame rolls across the floor, bell jingling as he moves. He paws
at one of his toys before batting it across the floor. The room still smells
like early morning dew as moon light shines from the window above him. Dean,
awakened from a nightmare, is now restless and wants to keep himself occupied.
Castiel is sleeping on a pile of blankets only a foot away so Dean tries to be
quiet as he moves across the room.

Dean finds his toy and pulls it closer to himself, the material soft in his
hands. He begins batting the ball of fluff between his hands, bell rattling
from his movements. When Dean hears the shuffle of blankets, he stills and
holds the ball between his hands. He hopes that if he is motionless enough,
Castiel will be able to fall back to sleep. His ear flicks, and he listens for
the stead rhythm of Castiel’s breathing. Instead, Cas pulls himself across the
blanketed floor until he is just behind Dean.

“Dean, come to sleep,” Castiel’s voice is hazed with sleep, eyes fighting to
stay open.

“I don’t want to.”

Dean eyes the ball in his hand and turns his face back to Castiel. He turns
around to face him, and drops the ball. Castiel peeks an eye open and shuts it
again, yawning. He is still tired, Dean is too, but he still has this energy he
needs to work off, some residual restlessness from his nightmare. Castiel sighs
and flicks the ball away, only to result in Dean’s chasing after it. He picks
it up and drops it in front of Castiel again.

Castiel does not want to play anymore, Dean can tell by the way his tail flicks
back and forth and head droops. Dean spreads his body across the floor, resting
his head on one arm, the other rolls the ball across the floor. Castiel props
himself on his elbows and leans close enough to Dean too groom his ear, soft
kitten licks that make Dean purr. He continues to roll the ball under his hand
as Castiel grooms, but with time his hand grows tired, energy sapped from him
by the time Castiel gets to the second ear. He repeats of mantra of, sleep,
dean, sleep and Dean knows he will not be awake much longer.

Dean shuffles and nuzzles his head beneath Castiel’s chin, eliciting a giggle
from the small boy. Dean’s purring fills the room, along with Castiel’s
whispers for him to rest, and his eyes begin to close against his will.
Castiel’s grooming comes to a slow pace, his head resting on Dean’s, no longer
propped on his elbows due to his own fatigue. Occasionally, when he remembers,
his tongue will drag across Dean’s ear in a slow pace. Dean is unsure of who
falls asleep first, but soon enough the two of them are curled in a burrito of
blankets, Dean’s ball abandoned somewhere in a sea of toys.
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