Dean was working on his car when he sneezed for the fifth time. He was starting to wonder what was going on, when he heard a deep voice coming from outside the car.

"Mittens! Come back! Socks, don't you dare- leave that man alone! No! Stop! Bad boy!"

Something scratched Dean's leg and he came out from under the car to investigate. It was a cat. But then he looked up and his jaw dropped. Then he sneezed. There were cats everywhere. There must have been at least six, running around a man with black hair and blue eyes that was desperately trying to corral them.

"What...?" Dean was lost for words.

"I'm so sorry, I just left the door open for a second, I'm so sorry," the man apologized, scooping one cat up only for it to jump back to the ground. Dean stared for a moment, then started laughing. As much as he didn't like cats, the sight of this disgruntled man in his pajamas chasing six cats around Dean's yard was one he couldn't help but laugh at. The man somehow managed to collect all his cats and put them back in his house next door while Dean laughed and sneezed. When the last wayward feline had been returned, the man came over to Dean again.

"I'm really sorry. Please don't complain to anyone, I don't want to lose my cats," he said nervously. Dean stood up.

"Of course not. I'm Dean." He stretched out his hand. The man shook it.

"I'm Castiel," the man said.

"Well Castiel, I have to ask; are all your cats named after articles of clothing? You've got Mittens and Socks, is there a Hat so where in the bunch? Or maybe an Underwear?" Dean teased. Castiel blushed.

"No, they're not all named after articles of clothing. Some of them have very normal names, like Aziraphael," Castiel told him.

"Oh, of course. Aziraphael is a totally normal name," Dean teased. Castiel blushed deeper.

"Castiel, you have got to let me buy you coffee sometime."

(Also, Dean eventually bought Cas a cat and named it Underwear.)