Cas’ parents give him a puppy for his seventh birthday. A tiny, fluffy thing with big paws and floppy ears, a mix between German shepherd and Irish wolfhound, as the man at the pound said. (Though his eyes were pretty shifty, so it’s possible the puppy is actually half wiener, for all they know.) It’s love at first sight: Castiel squeals and the puppy barks happily as it jumps out of the pet carrier to lick all over his face. It’s named Dean, for reasons Cas doesn’t want to explain.
Dean is barely a month old, but he grows fast, especially his limbs. He’s definitely not a wiener dog. In fact, two months later he looks more like a bulky German shepherd trying to walk on stilts, and is equally awkward, tripping over his own legs when Castiel takes him outside. Castiel doesn’t mind. Dean is one of the kind and he loves Cas fervidly and possessively, as all canines love their humans, and he’s the smartest dog Cas has ever seen, even if his proportions are a bit off.
Oddly, Castiel isn’t actually very surprised when one month before his eleventh birthday he’s woken by weird shuffling and cracking sounds coming from Dean’s sleeping place and he looks down from his bed just to see a very small kid sitting on the floor and munching on his slipper, watching Cas with green, nervous eyes.
After all, Castiel has known from the beginning that Dean is one of his kind.
(Source: hanni-bunny-lecter)
