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Castiel deciding to be his a familiar is one of the better things that has ever happened to Dean. 

Castiel is affectionate, protective and a badass fighter if Dean does say so himself. Having see Cas scratch a guy’s face to ribbons, Dean knows better than to get on the wrong side of Castiel and his claws. 

He still ends up with long scratch marks down his back from their nighttime activities but Castiel marks him because he loves him, and because Dean makes him come so hard he forgets to control himself. Even though it hurts to put on a shirt afterwards, Dean’s still pretty proud of those marks. 

He’s less pleased when Castiel, in cat form, starts bringing him little love gifts. When Castiel sashays in with a dead bird in his mouth or a mouse he’s caught, Dean feels a bit sick. Castiel always drops them at Dean’s feet and looks up at him, waiting for the praise. 

Dean just fetches a bin bag and gets rid of them. 

Castiel looks hurt afterwards and disappears for a night spent outside on the fence rather than curled up in Dean’s bed. 

“You’re a terrible hunter,” Castiel says when Dean finally asks him why he keeps bringing him dead things. “I don’t want you to starve. I never see you catch anything of your own.“

"I’m a human, Cas. I buy my food when I’m hungry, I don’t need to catch it,” Dean says. “You’ve seen what I eat. I like burgers, not mice!“ 

Castiel looks at him curiously and Dean stares back at him, trying to figure out just what Castiel is thinking. He doesn’t like it when Cas is so thoughtful. It means he’s planning something. 

A few days later the little black cat appears at Dean’s motel window, a wrapped, still warm cheeseburger carried in his mouth. He sets it down expectantly in front of Dean and Dean forces himself to eat a little. 

It’s worth it to get Castiel back in his bed. 

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catboy!Dean/owner!Cas. This is just kink.

**

Castiel doesn’t choose Dean.

Dean chooses him.

Castiel goes to the pet store, his head filled with all the information his gleaned from the internet and books borrowed from the library. Get a kitten, everyone says. Part of the fun is training them.  Castiel looks at the racks of toys, at the collars and leashes and frowns as he passes them. That isn’t really what he wants. His interests don’t lie in that direction.

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