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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Shota, Shota_Castiel, Catboys_&_Catgirls, Catboy_Castiel, kind_of, Shota
      Dean, but_it's_from_his_perspective, so..._not_really?, bratty_dean,
      Bottom_Dean, Top_Castiel
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-26 Words: 4128
****** Silver Bells ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Dean gets a little catboy for Christmas.
Notes
     Let me know if you spot any mistakes!
     My tumblr is here!
     (It's not glaringly obvious, but in this story the Wichesters are
     pretty well off. Also Missouri is their cook. I just really like her,
     okay? I wanted her in the story, even if it was only for a minute.)
Dean is fast asleep in his bed... or at least, he's pretending to be. He's
laying very still and has his eyes closed but his mind is going a million miles
an hour trying to guess all the presents he'll get tomorrow.

In the other room, Sammy is probably actuallyasleep because he still thinks if
he isn't Santa won't come, because he's still a baby. But Dean is eight, he
knows that it's really mom and dad that bring the presents. He snuggles deeper
into his blankets, trying to calm down, because the sooner he falls asleep the
sooner tomorrow will come, and tomorrow is Christmas!

-o-

Dean wakes early, pulled from slumber by the spicy taste of Christmas morning
that hangs in the air, as well as the warm smell of pancakes.

He throws his blanket back and leaps off of the bed excitedly, sliding onto the
soft, dark blue carpet.

He swings his door open wildly and patters down the hall in his bare feet. He
stops at his brother's room to bang on the door a few times and yell "Wake up,
Sammy! It's Christmas!" before continuing on down the hall.

He takes the stairs two at a time and almost falls on his face at the bottom.
He stands still in the foyer for a moment, listening for movement around the
house. He hears noise from the kitchen, to his left, but nothing from anywhere
else. He starts walking quietly toward the family room, to his right, trying
his best to be sneaky and silent. He only gets a few feet before a hand comes
down heavily on his shoulder.

"What do you think you're doin', child?" Comes a rich voice from behind him.

Dean turn, rolling his eyes. "I wanna open my presents!" He whines.

Missouri Mosely puts her hands on her hips. "Your presents will still be be
there after you eat, mister. And you need to wait until everyone else is up
anyway." She takes Dean's hand and leads him into the kitchen.

He hops up on one of the stools around the kitchen island, still pouting, and
swings his feet back and forth until Missouri puts a plate down in front of
him, laden with chocolate chip pancakes. He brightens immediately and sets upon
his food with fervor.

"Thanks, Missouri!" He says with a mouthful of pancake. It comes out more along
the lines of "Thk Muri" but she understands.

"Mmhmm." She says dryly from where she's washing dishes in the large three
compartment sink.

Dean makes it about ten minutes before he's bouncing up and down on his stool.
"Ugh, I'm bored." He groans. "I wanna open my presents now!"

"You better wait." Missouri warns, but Dean is already sliding off of his stool
and running across the kitchen.

He skids into the foyer just as his mother steps off of the stairs, baby Sammy
balanced on her hip. She reaches down to ruffle Dean's hair.

"Have you eaten breakfast, munchkin?" She wonders.

"Yes! And I want to open presents now!" Dean grumbles.

"You can wait ten more minutes." Mary says calmly, making her way toward the
kitchen.

Dean growls and stomps into the kitchen behind her. He angrily plants himself
on the stool he used earlier, ignoring the "I told you so." look Missouri
throws his way.
His father comes downstairs a few minutes later, but thankfully John only
drinks coffee for breakfast so he doesn't slow things up any.

When everyone is finally done eating they make their way to the family room.
Dean runs excitedly ahead of them to plant himself directly in front of the
enormous tree. He looks eagerly at the piles of brightly wrapped presents.

Finallyeveryone is settled in. Mary sits with Sammy on her lap on the couch,
John sprawls in his recliner, Missouri stands by the door, watching.

"You want to pass them out, Dean?" Mary asks.

Dean nods excitedly and begins to sort the gifts. His own pile grows large and
precarious, it threatens to topple by the end. He gets books, toys, clothes,
and even a box of candy. He sighs contentedly when he finishes opening his
presents, ready to start playing, but then John stands.

"There's one more." Mary says, a smile on her face.

John leaves the room and, after a while, Dean hears the door to the garage open
and shut.

"Should I follow him?" He asks.

Mary shakes her head. "Just wait." She says.

Dean doesn't even play with his other toys, just sits there in anticipation.

After a couple minutes Dean hears the door to the garage again, and then John's
heavy footsteps. When he comes back into the living room he's got a large
square something in his arms, covered with a sheet. He sets it down gingerly in
front of Dean before going back to his chair.

Dean looks at the square thing suspiciously. He hears a small squeak from
inside and gasps, his parents got him something alive! He leans forward and
yanks the sheet off quickly.

Under it is a wire cage with a pillow in the bottom. Sitting on the pillow,
arms wrapped around its little knees, is a catboy. His eyes are large and blue
and frightened and he lets out a scared little mewl when Dean pulls off the
sheet. Little black ears peak out of his dark, rumpled hair, and he isn't
wearing anything but a tiny pair of yellow shorts. Dean squeals and the kit
scrambles into the corner farthest away, wrapping his tail around himself
defensively.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" Dean exclaims, leaning down to open the cage
door.

His father starts to give the "You take care of him, clean up after him, bla
bla bla." speech, but Dean isn't listening. He's leaning in the opening of the
cage, holding his hand out for the kit. The little guy isn't going for it
though, he just keeps making frightened noises and backing further and further
into the corner. Finally Dean gets annoyed and just climbs in to grab him. He
screeches when Dean grabs him by the middle and yanks him out.

"Dean! Be gentle!" Mary says, but Dean isn't listening because the kit is
wriggling and squirming, trying to get away. He squirms so much that Dean loses
his grip and the little kit is spilled to the ground where he promptly starts
sobbing.

Mary brushes past where Dean is glaring at the kit and scoops it up into her
arms. She pets his back gently and mumbles soothingly until the kit is
sniffling instead of sobbing. She goes and sits back down on the couch where
Sammy is chewing on a new stuffed animal.

Dean stands there, feeling betrayed because his new pet issupposed to like him!
He pouts until Mary looks over and holds out her hand.

"Come here, Dean." She says quietly.

He goes to her and sits down on the couch between her and Sammy. The kit has
his head buried in Mary's shoulder, he peaks out at Dean with tear filled eyes.

"Dean." Mary says, petting the catboy's head gently. "You have to be nice.
Okay? You've got to be gentle, sweetheart."

"He wouldn't come!" Dean protests.

The catboy whimpers and hides again.

"Dean!" His mother says sternly.

Dean crosses his arms over his chest and pouts. "Fine." He says after a minute.
"Can you make him like me?"

Mary shakes her head. "You've just got to be nice, Dean. You have to take care
of this little guy, now. How about you show him you're nice, huh?"

Dean leans forward, toward his mother and the kit. He takes a deep breath. "Hi,
kitty." He says.

The kit turns his head a little to peek at Dean with one eye. Dean reaches out
to gently touch the kit's back. It flinches a little, but doesn't move away.
Dean smiles, this is progress! He pets the kit a few more times before he
speaks again.

"That's a good kitty." he says softly, reaching up to stroke the kit's little
black ear. "I'm Dean. I'm going to take care of you. You can play with me and
eat with me and sleep in my bed with me! You'll like it, it's real big. I got
Star Wars bedsheets!"

The kit mewls softly and looks up at Mary, who smiles and nods. The kitten
looks at Dean for a long moment before reaching out toward him with one hand
and making a grabbing motion. Dean beams and reaches out to take the little guy
from Mary. He comes willingly this time, curling up in Dean's lap with his head
buried in Dean's neck. Dean wraps his arms around the little thing. Gently. He
has to remember to be gentle. He strokes down the creature's back, softly.

"What's your name?" He asks.

The kit pulls back to look up at him with those big blue eyes. "Cas." He says,
so softly Dean hardly hears it.

"Cas! That's a good name for a kitty." Dean declares, and the kit quickly
buries his face in Dean's neck again. Dean likes it, he can feel the kitten's
soft little lips on his neck. He places a kiss to Cas's temple and hears the
kit hum happily.

When Dean looks over at his mother, she's smiling. She reaches over to ruffle
his hair. "Good job, Dean."

Dean smiles.
-o-
 
Dean likes Cas. He's small and cute and soft. It takes Dean all day to win the
kit's trust completely, but after Dean shares his new toys and his food  and
pets him lots he warms up.

At dinner Cas climbs up onto Dean's lap and wraps his tail around Dean's waist.
Missouri looks like she's about to insist Cas has his own seat but then Mary
laughs and says "Oh, let them be. It's Christmas."

Dean feeds Cas bites of his food, in between eating it himself. The kit loves
the ham and the mashed potatoes, he hums happily as Dean holds the food out for
him. When he takes the ham from Dean's fingers with his mouth he licks all over
Dean's fingers too. It's cute, but it makes Dean feel a little funny and he
isn't sure why. He likes it, though. Cas's tongue is warm and it tickles and
his humming makes Dean feel happy.

"You like mashed potatoes, Cas?" Dean asks.

Cas nods happily. "Yes, Dean." He says quietly.

Dean smiles and kisses Cas on the forehead. The kit blushes and looks down, but
Dean can see the soft curve of his smile.
 
-o-
 
Bath time is a bit of a trial. At first, Mary tries to get Cas to take a bath
on his own, but once she peels off his shorts he starts crying again, ears
laying flat against his head. She has Dean come in then, and Cas goes straight
to him and wraps his arms around him. Dean pulls him close and presses kisses
to his ears, immensely pleased that Cas is comforted by his presence.

"'S'okay, Cas. You're just gonna take a bath."

Cas shakes his head. "No bath." He whispers.

"You gotta take one, Cas, you're all messy."

Cas whines in the back of his throat and it looks like he's going to cry again,
his ears twitch in agitation.

Dean doesn't want Cas to cry. This morning, he hadn't cared, but he likes Cas
now and he doesn't want him to be sad.

"What if I take a bath with you?" He asks. He looks to his mom, who smiles and
nods.

Cas whimpers a little but he also nuzzles into Dean, who takes it as a good
sign. He takes a step back to strip his own clothes off and then takes Cas's
little hand and pulls him toward the bath. "Come on, Cas."

Cas whines as they step into the warm water, then sits down gingerly with his
knees folded up to his chest like he thinks that's going to keep him dry. Dean
sits down across from him.

"You boys behave yourselves. Call me if you need anything." Mary says, before
she slips off to finish the laundry.

Dean scoops up a handful of water and pours it over Cas's shoulder. Cas huffs
and tries to back away, but the tub is small and Dean is determined. He
splashes more water on the kit, who grumbles irritatedly.

"You gotta get wet, Cas! That's how you get clean!" Dean explains.

Cas frowns. "Don't like it!" he grumbles.

Dean leans forward and kisses Cas on the cheek, the kit's expression softens
minutely. Dean kisses him again, on the nose, and Cas stops scowling. Dean
kisses him once more, on his pouty little lips, and Cas smiles a little.

"There you go!" Dean says happily. "See, it's not so bad."

But when he tries to wet Cas's hair so they can wash it, the kit starts whining
again and bats his hands away. Dean sits back and taps his chin, in thought.

"How 'bout this, Cas? If you let me help you get clean I'll give you kisses
whenever you want."

Cas's ears perk up. A low rumble begins to emanate from deep in his chest. Dean
is frightened momentarily, before realizing that Cas is purring. The kit nods
excitedly.

Dean laughs. "Okay, then. Close your eyes, kitty!"

Cas closes his eyes and Dean soaps up his hair, scratching the kit's scalp
gently. Dean rinses Cas's hair and then does conditioner. Through it all the
kit fidgets a bit, but he doesn't protest. After they soap of the rest of the
kit and rinse him he leans forward with puckered lips, asking for a kiss. Dean
obliges him, leaning in to give him a peck on the lips. Cas turns red and looks
down, but he also starts purring so Dean figures everything is okay.

They get out of the bath and Dean helps Cas wrap up in a big white towel. He
pulls it up over his head, his little ears stick out the front. He looks
adorable, Dean muses. His dark hair is beautiful in contrast to the white
towel, his wet hair sticking every which way. He's smiling lazily and his tale
is wrapped around his pudgy little leg. He tilts his head up and purses his
lips.

"Again?" Dean asks in mock reluctance.

Cas nods, lips still pursed, and Dean leans down to give him a kiss before
scooping him up into his arms.

"You love kisses, huh kitty?" Dean teases.

Cas nods shyly and hides his face on Dean's neck. Dean places another kiss on
Cas's shoulder.

"'S'okay, kitty. I like giving you kisses."

Dean carries him to his bedroom, one hand wrapped around his back, one under
his little bottom. He lays Cas down gently on his bed, before hopping up
himself. The kit pushes away his towel in favor of squirming around on the
covers excitedly. His tail and bare bottom wiggle in the air. Dean lets out a
surprised yelp when Cas tackles him with a playful growl.

"Hey!" He says teasingly. "What do you think you're doing?"

On top of him, Cas giggles and then bends his head to give Dean another kiss.
Then another, and another. By the time they finally stop, Dean is out of breath
and he has a hot, sharp feeling in his lower stomach.

"Mkay, Cas, we gotta go to sleep." He says, pushing Cas off of him so he can
pull the covers down. They both get underneath and Cas snuggles up to him,
pressing his nakedness up against Dean's. Dean hisses when Cas's thigh bumps
his prick, which is swollen and red. Dean thinks it might have been from all
the kissing, as it was about the time Cas tackled him that he started feeling
funny in his tummy.

Cas looks down and makes a confused noise. He reaches out to touch Dean's prick
gently. It's strange, but Dean finds that it feels good and he can't help the
groan that slips out of his mouth.

Cas scrunches up his eyebrows. "What?" He wonders.

"That's my dick." Dean says knowledgeably. He picked up the word from
television. His mom gets upset when he says it, but it makes him feel like a
grown up so he does it anyway.

"Hurt?" Cas wonders.

"A little." Says Dean. "Feels good when you touch it though."

Cas hums thoughtfully and looks down at his his own little prick, lying soft
against his thigh. He pokes at it, but nothing happens. He reaches over and
pats at Dean's, Dean presses into the touch. Cas just looks at him curiously.

"What Cas do?" He wonders.

Dean shrugs. "Dunno. Press on it, maybe."

Cas continues patting it gently and, after a while, Dean suddenly feels like he
has to pee. He whines and opens his mouth to tell Cas to stop, but it's too
late. A strange feeling washes over like a wave, leaving him shaking and
suddenly exhausted. When he looks down, there's no pee, though. There's just a
strange white stuff pooled on his stomach. Dean wrinkles his nose, he doesn't
like the way if feels on his tummy.

Cas leans forward and sniffs at it, curiously. His tongue flicks out suddenly
and he's tasting it. He licks his lips and starts to purr, then leans forward
and starts to lap enthusiastically at the puddle on Dean's tummy.

"What are you doing, kitty?" Dean wonders.

"Tastes good." Cas hums, still lapping.

It tickles Dean's skin, making him squirm. Cas grumbles when the puddle is all
gone, but then he sees a drop of the white stuff on Dean's prick and starts to
lap it up.
Dean gasps when Cas's tongue comes in contact with his sensitive prick. Cas
doesn't pay any attention, though. He just licks all around Dean's little dick,
making sure he gets all the stuff. Dean whines and wriggles beneath his
ministrations.

When Cas has got all of it he sits back, his tail flicks happily behind him.

"Thank you, Dean!" He hums.

"For what?" Dean wonders, baffled.

"Your milk!" Says Cas, nodding toward Dean's softening prick.

Dean squints. "That's not milk, Cas."

"Dean's milk!" Cas says happily.

Dean shrugs and gives up. "Okay, Cas. Come on!" He holds his arms out, and the
kit moves up to slot between them, snuggling close. His head rests on Dean's
chest and he purrs happily.

-o-

When Dean wakes it's because something is happening to his prick. He opens his
eyes slowly, blinking against the morning light, to find that it's Cas. Cas is
what's happening to his prick.

The kit is down between Dean's legs, under the covers, placing little kitten
licks to Dean's privates.

Dean whines and pulls the blanket back, revealing a startled looking Cas. The
kit lowers his eyes sheepishly. "Sorry, Dean." He murmurs. "Wanted milk."

"That's okay, kitty." Dean pants, his prick is very hard. "Go ahead."

Cas beams and lowers his head again. He licks and licks, all over, until Dean
can hardly stand it. Then he does something even better, he eyes Dean's thing
speculatively for a minute, and then he wraps his lips around the end.

Dean groans as Cas starts sucking the thing into his mouth, tongue still
working feverishly. And then he's on the edge again, but this time he knows
he's not going to pee.
Dean's prick is still buried in Cas's throat, so the kit chokes on the white
stuff when it comes out, but he doesn't seem to mind. He pulls back and licks
Dean's privates clean thoroughly before sitting up with a smile. He licks his
lips, red and swollen and slick with spit. Dean lets his head fall back onto
his pillow, suddenly exhausted.

Cas just sits there between Dean's legs, purring and looking pleased with
himself. After a while Dean looks down and notices the Cas's little dick is
hard this time.

Dean remembers the weird pressure of when his was hard, and how nice it feels
when the white stuff comes out.

"Want me to lick yours, kitty?" He wonders.

Cas lowers his eyes and blushes, he shakes his head. He whispers something that
Dean doesn't quite catch.

"What?" Says Dean.

Cas looks up at him through his eyelashes. "Wanna mate." He says.

Dean scrunches his nose is confusion. "Wanna what?"

"Mate!" Cas says excitedly. "Dean is mate! Cas and Dean, mate!"

Dean isn't really sure what Cas is going on about, but he seems excited and
pleased and Dean isn't going to take that away from him. Plus, he looks really
cute, kneeling naked and pink between Dean's legs with his dick pointing up
toward his stomach.

"Okay, Cas." He says.

Cas smiles so wide Dean thinks his face might split, and starts to purr. To
Dean's surprise, Cas grabs both of Dean's legs and lifts them up.

"Hold." He says.

Dean takes hold of his legs at the knee, very confused, to hold them in place.

Before he even has time to be embarrassed about his exposed state though, Cas
dips his head down and pulls Dean's cheeks apart.

The boy gasps, and then he feels something wet against his hole. He's aware
that it must be Cas's tongue, and that's weird, but it feels... good. It feels
good. It kinda tickles a little, but in a nice way. He didn't even realize that
anything couldfeel nice back there.

"Cas!" He whines.

Cas pops back up, grinning widely. "Dean?"

"Cas t-that's icky!" He shakes his head. "Don't do that!"

Cas looks down at him for a long minute. Finally, he reaches out and pats Dean
on the stomach. "Mates!" He says.

Dean isn't really sure what that's supposed to mean, but apparently he didn't
get the point across because Cas just lowers his head and goes back to what he
was doing.
Dean groans when Cas's tongue breaches the ring of muscles. It wiggles around,
awakening nerve endings he never realized he had before.

Dean doesn't try to stop Cas again, it feels good and Cas seems to like it
anyway. The kit keeps licking and kissing and thrusting his little tongue until
Dean's hole is practically dripping with saliva. Then, Dean feels pressure.
It's a finger, he realizes after a moment. Cas is trying to put his finger
inside. He succeeds in getting it in to the first knuckle, but it burns and
hurts and Dean doesn't like it. He lets go of one of his legs to he can grab
Cas's shoulder.

"Stop!" He gasps. "It hurts!"

Cas sits up, his face scrunched in confusion, tail flicking with agitation.
"Dry." He mutters, pressing gently at Dean's hole with a finger. "Should be
wet." He looks around and his eyes catch on the small jar of Vaseline on Dean's
bedside table. He reaches over and grabs it, then comes back. Dean hears the
top being opened, and then he feels the finger again. This time, though, it
goes easier. It doesn't burn and Cas gets his whole finger in. He works his
finger in and out, again and again, until Dean barely feels it. Around that
time, though, Cas presses in a second finger.

Dean hisses through his teeth, it feels weird. It isn't very much longer though
before he's loose enough that he doesn't feel that either. At this point, Cas
sits back. He takes hold of his own prick and strokes it a few times, and then
he presses it against Dean's hole. Dean throws his head back and groans loudly
as he's breached, Cas's engorged dick stretches him wide.

Cas makes a high whining noise and thrusts forward impatiently. In and out, he
thrusts, fucking into his small master with abandon. He leans over Dean to kiss
him and make little chuffing noises into his neck. He only last a few minutes,
and then he's speeding jerkily. He keens loudly as he comes inside the boy,
spilling his seed in the hot channel.
Cas sighs with his release, his whole body relaxes. He begins to press lazy
kisses to Dean's face and neck, still inside him, until the boy whines at the
uncomfortableness. Cas pulls out of him slowly, emitting a low groan, then he
flips the boy quickly onto his stomach. Dean noise of protest is cut off when
Cas starts tonguing his hole again, lapping at the muscle, collecting his own
seed. He hums happily into Dean's bottom.

When he's done, he curls up behind Dean, cuddling the boy close. He nuzzles
into his neck, breathing in the smell of him.

"Good mate." He sighs, and drifts back to sleep.
 
 
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