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I pet this kitty, and boop his nose!

Summary: After finishing up a hunt that took you and the boys to an animal shelter, you try to convince your boyfriend Dean to let you take home one of the adoptable cats.

Pairings: DeanXReader

Characters: Dean, Y/N, Sam

Warnings: Fluff, kisses, are cats a warning, Dean being adorable

A/N: This is actually the first time I’ve ever written fanfic, let alone posted it. So, tell me what you think, any feedback is welcome. I figured it would be fun to write a cute little story about Dean warming up to a pet cat.

Dean knew that bringing Sam along to wrap things up at the animal shelter would be a bad idea, so he had you come along instead; however after you had been gone for over thirty minutes in the kennels Dean began to worry. He finished up talking to the vet tech that was on staff about how the unusual dog attacks that had been occurring across the town were all taken care of, and went down the hall in search of you. He entered the kennels and walked up and down each aisle, calling your name only to be met with an occasional bark. He had sent you in here to make sure that you hadn’t missed a grim. After searching every pin, finding no large black dog with glowing eyes and no site of you, Dean went back inside the building and headed back to the front. Maybe she already finished up and was in the bathroom, he thought. Just as he turned the corner to head back to the receptionist area movement caught Dean’s eye behind a large glass window. He looked through it and saw you laying in the middle of the floor. Exasperated, Dean sighed and entered the room.

You were supposed to be checking out the dogs in the kennels. That’s why Dean had you go along with him on this one because he knew you wouldn’t try to adopt them all like Sam did when he came with Dean at the beginning of the hunt. It’s not like you didn’t like dogs, because you did; you just weren’t really a dog person. You figured this would be pretty simple: go down the hall, turn the corner, door at the end, and bam! Check out the dogs, make sure there weren’t any grims. No big deal. That was until you saw through one of the windows the room with all the adoptable cats. “It’ll just take a minute,” you lied to yourself knowing full well that you planned to play with and snuggle every single cat in that room.

Somewhere between opening cage doors and petting cats, you had lost complete track of time. At some point, after all the cage doors were open and the cats were free to roam the room as they pleased, you had taken off your shoes and laid down on the floor, to play with the cats more on their level. You were so engrossed with the swarm of cats around you that you didn’t hear the door to the room open and shut.

Dean stood just inside the room taking in the scene as he waited for you to notice his presence. There were cats everywhere. A few on the counters with one playing in the sink, one was pawing at a cabinet door, two were wrestling in a corner. You were lying on the floor on your stomach, legs bent at the knees and up in the air. There was a smaller cat trying to attack your feet as you moved them, and another sitting on your back. There were cats curled up beside you napping while you distracted a feisty pair of orange kittens with your jacket sleeve. Finally there was the small brown kitten that you were petting. Dean leaned in closer; you were humming. No. Wait. Singing, Dean realized, you were definitely singing.

“I pet this kitty. I pet this kitty and boop his nose. Pet this kitty. I pet this kitty and boop his nose!”

At hearing your lyrics, Dean couldn’t help but smile. You were so relaxed and happy, and you looked so cute albeit a little crazy. Dean cleared his throat hoping to get your attention, but you didn’t move or seem to even hear him. “Y/N,” Dean said startling you. As you jumped you disturbed the cats sleeping around you, particularly the Wilford Brimly looking cat who was sleeping on the small of your back. Twisting to look behind you, you saw Dean standing at the door.

“I thought you were going to check out the dogs.”

“I, uh, I got distracted.” You smiled sheepishly at him.

“That’s obvious, Dr. Evil. We’re supposed to be wrapping up a case, Y/N, not playing with animals. That’s why I brought you along instead of Sam,” he said as a Cornish Rex purred and rub against his legs.

You stood up and put the hairless cat back in its cage. “I know, but kitties, Dean! Look at them all!” You made a sweeping gesture indicating all the cats milling about.

“Yeah, and you have to put the monsters back in their cages. I’m not helping you with this.”

As you were putting the last cat back in its cage, you realized that it was the precious little brown one from earlier that let you pet him as much as you wanted. Holding him in your arms like a baby, you turned around to face Dean. With your best puppy dog face, you looked up at into his fan-fiction green eyes.

“Dean,” you pouted. “Can I keep him? Just this one!”

“Y/N...”

You widened your eyes and pouted your lip more. “Pweeeeease?”

Dean stared at you, trying to maintain his resolve, but he had never seen you as happy as you were when you were surrounded by all those cats. The little furball meowed loudly almost like he was on Y/N’s side as well. Even though he hated cats, he relented.

“Fine.”

You squealed. “Really!? I can really keep him!?”

“Yeah, I guess. But! Don’t give him some dumb person name like George or Steve.”

A little while later, after signing the papers making the little cat officially yours, you happily sat in the Impala with the boys as you headed back to the bunker.

“Wait,” Sam started again. “Let me get this straight. You let Y/N adopt a cat but I couldn’t adopt a dog?”

“Yeah Sam.”

“Dean, you don’t even like cats. You’ve never liked cats!”

“So? What’s your point, Sam?”

“Why? Why does Y/N get to bring home a pet?”

“Because unlike you, Y/N has perfected the puppy dog face, and I can’t say no when she does it.”

“Hey Sam,” you piped up “I’ll see what I can do to get you a puppy.”

Dean groaned. “Great! Now the bunker will turn into a zoo!”

The three of you rode in silence for a while until Hammer to Fall started playing over the radio.

“Hey, turn that up,” you said from the back seat.

“Why?” Sam asked reaching for the volume knob.

“A.) Because Queen is the greatest band in the world, and B.) I can’t do it myself because I have a sleeping cat on me. And you don’t move sleeping cats.”

Dean looked into the rear view mirror at you, “Speaking of that little furball, you pick out a name for him yet Umbridge?”

You thought about it for a minute. “Yeah, actually. I have.”

“Well...” Dean prompted.

“I think I’m going to name him Fred.”

Sam turned around and looked at you “Fred?”

“Yeah. Fred. You know, like Freddie Mercury.”

“I though we said no people names, Y/N.”

“Oops.”

“Great!” Dean said throwing his hands up. “My girlfriend named her cat after a British rock musician.”

“I think Freddie Mercury is a fine name for him, Y/N,” Sam looked at Dean “even if Dean doesn’t.”

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A few months had passed since you had brought Freddie Mercury home to the bunker, and after he had warmed up to the space, the little cat had put on some weight, started acting like he owned the place, and fully started to live up to his name. Usually very loud, and always about and making his presence know, Fred was nowhere to be found one day when you were trying to find him to give him his flea medicine.

You searched all over the bunker in his usual spots. He wasn’t in the library climbing among the books, not in the war room sleeping on the center of the table. You checked the kitchen twice because you thought you heard him knocking things off the counter but both times it was just Sam looking for a snack. As you made your way down the hall to check Sam’s room once more just in case he was asleep on top of Sam’s laptop, you heard Dean mumbling something from the room the two of you shared. You decided to stop in and ask him if he had seen Freddie.

As you got closer to your room you could finally make out what Dean was singing.

“I pet this kitty! I pet this kitty and boop his nose!”

You giggled when you saw Dean lying on your bed with the cat.

You pulled out your phone and took a quick video of the big, strong Dean Winchester singing to a cat and booping its nose. You put your phone away, saving the video to show Sam later.

“I thought you hated cats,” you said startling him as you walked to the bed.

Freddie jumped down and rubbed himself against your legs.

“I mean,” Dean started. You stopped him with a kiss.

“The big bad Dean Winchester caught snuggling and singing to a cat. Not as tough as you like to act, huh?”

“What can I say, I have a soft spot for adorable things that could kill me if they wanted to,” he said while pulled you closer to him.

“I would never! And neither would Freddie!” You playfully pushed away from him. “But this might,” you said pulling your phone out of your pocket and playing back the video you had recorded of Dean singing to the cat.

Dean reached to grab your phone, but you were too quick and started running down the hall yelling “Hey Sam! Sam! How badly do you think this will kill Dean’s reputation?”

“Damnit Y/N! You better not share that with anyone,” Dean said running to the door, but he could hear you and Sam laughing in the kitchen already and knew it was too late. Freddie looked up at him, meowed, and reached upwards indicating that he wanted to be held. Dean picked him up and scratched him under the chin. “At least you still respect me, huh boy?” Freddie just closed his eyes and purred.

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