Form: Werecat
Age: 23
Word Count: 1111

Season 9

(You fall in love with your savior in a trench coat. Castiel can't resist cuddling you when you're in your car form.)

"So victim one was found with a tooth ripped out, victim two is missing a finger, third victim had a rib completely torn out of his chest," Sam summarized to Castiel, who'd just arrived to help the brothers with a case.

Cas furrowed his eyebrows as he thought. "It sounds as though it's..taking trophies," he observed, "collecting a bone from everyone it kills." The angel stopped as realization hit him, "Bastet.."

Dean leaned in a bit, "Bastet? What is that?"

"Bastet is an Egyptian cat goddess of motherhood," Castiel explained, "when a man was infertile to her, she'd slay them and collect a piece of their body. She's been dead for centuries, but her descendants..."

There was a brief moment of silents as the Winchesters soaked in this information. "Wait, so," Dean spoke, "how do a man and a cat-"

He was cut off by Sam viciously clearing his throat. Castiel then further explained, "Bastet had two forms; she could walk as a human, or a large black cat."

"Like a werewolf?" Sam asked.

Before Cas could confirm this, Dean blurted out, "werecat!" He wore a big, dorky grin as he waited for a reaction. But Sam only rolled his eyes, and a look of 'not now, Dean' crossed Cas's face.

"So these..werecats," Sam began, "are part god?"

"Not exactly," Castiel explained, "only Bastet's first generation, her direct children, are half god. They're immortal, like us angels. Only ever female, and behave just as their mother." Cas sighed and began to paces slowly as he thought. "Bastet's indirect descendants, grandchildren and so on, are also immortal, but supposedly much more civilized."

Dean frowned and expressed, "well, that's weird."

Sam nodded in agreement with a sigh. "But definitely our kind of weird." There was absolutely no doubting that.

• • •

Sam and Dean had finally tracked down the werecats; an estimated group of four. Before attacking, Dean prayed to Cas for his help. Once the angel arrived, the three broke in. After a disturbingly bloody battle, all of the werecats were finally fallen.

"Well," Dean panted, blood dripping from a gash on his cheek, "think I earned myself some pie."

Immediately after he spoke, there was a muffled, desperate sound. All heads turned to where it came from, a closet door. After repreparing themselves, Sam slowly moved to the door, "it's covered in locks."

At this, Castiel stepped forward and melted the locks with his powers. Ready for another battle, they opened the door. But behind the door was the exactly opposite of a fight.

You sat on the dirty floor of the small closet, covered in bruises and dry blood. Your ankles were bound tight with unforgiving chains, and hands cuffed in thick, oddly engraved cuffs. Your mouth was gagged by a think bundle of cloth so that you couldn't speak. But your eyes told the boys enough; you were a victim and in dire need of their help.

Immediately, Cas knelt on the ground, causing you to flinch. Seeing this, he slowed down. "We're not going to hurt you," he assured, gently reaching out to your head. With a careful hand, the angel undid the cloth so that you could speak.

The cloth now out of your mouth, you stretched your mouth and licked your dry, cracked lips a few times. Your eyes were wide in disbelief and hope as you stared at the angel who'd released you.

Cas couldn't help but smile a bit as he cooed comfortingly, "that's better." Within time, he was able to coax you out of the closet by constantly reassuring your safety. Sam and Dean could only watch in astonishment; they'd never see Castiel act this way before. He undid the chains around your ankles; watching the relief flood your face made his heart sore. And lastly, Cas removed the thick cuffs from your wrists.

As if a curse had been broken, you took a deep breath in; all of your wounds began to heal. Cas took a closer look at the cuffs, "this is strong binding magic."

"To keep me human," your small voice squeaked. The angel peered down at you with a look of empathy.

"Wait--you're a werecat, too?" Dean asked accusatively, "why would they lock you up?"

"Because I brought them shame," you explained, "I wanted to live as normal and safe a life as I could. They told me I was unfit for the family." The three men took a moment to take in the deepness of your words. "By the way, my name's (y/n)."

• • •

A month had passed by and you were already becoming a trusted and valued friend. Staying in the bunker with the brothers, you'd grown on them like a little sister. But Castiel, although you saw him just as often, was different. Something about him excited you and made you feel light inside.

You were currently roaming the bunker in your cat form: a beautiful, fluffy, tricolored cat. Your tail stuck high in the air, swiping across everything you passed as you padded into the main room.

You were surprised to see Cas, alone. Curiously, you saundered over to him and rubbed against his leg with a soft purr. Cas looked down and smiled. Unable to restrain himself, he bent over and cradled you into his arms. A smile formed on his lips as he walked over to a take a seat at the map table. Staring down at your blissfully closed eyes, he scratched between your ears. Cas sighed in contentment and finally greeted, "hello, (Y/n)."

A high-pitched mewl escaped your sharp jaws. Then, you turned back into a human. The angel was caught off guard as you grew in his lap. He blinked in embarrassment, now holding you bridal style in the seat. Your arms were around his neck and you stared into his eyes with a smile. "Hi, Cas," you replied sweetly.

Castiel let out a shy laugh. "You are...adorable," he muttered, adverting his gaze.

Your heart melted. Adorable? Did Cas actually like you the way you liked him? With a playful smirk, you quickly pecked his cheek. You stayed just long enough to see his face redden, then hopped off of him. As you landed on the ground, you were a cat once again. Castiel could only watch as you raced away, tail held high as you retreated. But his smile remained; he couldn't wait you talk more to you about that cheek kiss later on.