#dog!castiel

Have you ever wondered how Sam, Dean and Castiel would look like as dogs?

WELL, wonder no more! Because some asshole wanted me to draw these before I go to bed. 

And now it’s 1:30 AM and I hate everything. 

"You stink," Dean huffed, pushing his nose under Cas’ head and nipping softly at the dangling scruff on his neck. The lighter dog shook his fur out, exasperated.

"Meg and hers came over yesterday," he said, settling his head back down on his crossed forelegs as Dean continued to sniff at him. The German Shepherd let out an indignant bark at that.

"So that’s why I smell a rat."

"She’s not a rat, Dean, she’s a chihuahua." Cas paused, considering. "I think that’s what hers called her."

Dean huffed again, plopping himself down on his hindquarters and pricking his ears back towards the house. “They’ve been in there a while,” he said, opening his mouth to let his tongue hang out, eyes darting between the cracked-open folding glass doors of his owner’s house and the closed windows marking the other rooms. “I can’t hear anything.”

"Perhaps we should go check on them," Cas suggested, pushing himself up with exaggerated strain and following the eager pounds of the younger dog inside, their tails wagging and shoulders colliding with each other as they sniffed out their owners’ newer trails from those that were old and stale.

"Up here!" Dean called, barking softly and leading the way up the stairs, Cas close behind. Soon enough the two animals paused, hearing low, rhythmic thumping and muffled groans.

"What are they even doing?" Cas wondered, lowering his nose to the ground and following the scent of his human towards the closed door of Jensen’s bedroom. His ears perked forward, head cocked, and he whined. "It sounds like they’re in pain."

"No." Dean’s nostrils flared as he nosed at the door. "Smell that?" His tail wagged and he huffed in satisfaction. "Human-want. They’re mating."

Cas rolled his eyes. “They didn’t have to go away for that. We don’t mind seeing.”

Dean snorted, licking at his nose, and pushed his head at Cas’ shoulder to get them to go back downstairs. “Humans are weird like that. Come on - we can congratulate them later.”

The Australian Shepherd nodded, obeying. “Alright.”

And later, when Misha emerged from Jensen’s bedroom, ruffled and flushed and sated, Cas and Dean were there to jump on him, tails wagging and licking happily at his face. His laughter lured Jensen out of the bathroom.

((Ohh my God that is the cutest thing.))

"Hey." Cas cocked at ear, turning his head as Dean nudged at his hindquarters, tail wagging in a friendly greeting. "Didn’t think we’d see you today."

Cas shook his thick, mottled-grey fur, licking at his nose. “Dunno why we are. He’s been antsy all day.” His light, mismatched eyes skirted away from Dean, tail wagging slightly and ears cocked forward as he attempted to find his owner amongst the mill of people.

"So’s mine," the darker Shepherd grumbled, huffing and sitting, yawning wide. "Smelled weird, too. Like." He huffed again, spreading his forelegs out in front of him and setting his head on them. "Like chasing, you know?"

Dean was a regular at this dog park by now - most of the other animals didn’t like to play with him, but Cas was cool - the Australian Shepherd had seemingly boundless energy and he didn’t mind when Dean got a little rougher, not like the other prissy animals did.

Cas grumbled, his tail wagging when he finally spotted his owner. “Yours is near mine,” he said, soft bark falling from his muzzle as he wagged his tail again. Then, he leaned down and nudged his soft nose against Dean’s neck. “Let’s go. Maybe we can get them to sit together.”

Dean lifted his head, rushing to his feet in readiness, and the two dogs began to wrestle-play their way towards the blue-eyed man sitting on a bench. But it wasn’t Cas’ owner who spotted them first, and Dean froze when he heard his calling his name.

"Dean! Stop it right now!" The larger, darker dog whined, unsure, looking to his friend for guidance, but Cas’ eyes weren’t on him so Dean turned his attention to his owner as Jensen approached. He wagged his tail, panting from the exertion of playing with Cas, and jumped up to paw at Jensen’s belly in an attempt to distract him enough to let them keep playing. "Dean, no. Down! Goddamn it -."

"He’s coming," Cas whispered to Dean, who grinned and wagged his tail harder. Soon, the Australian Shepherd’s high yip brought Jensen’s attention away from his affectionate animal and towards the other dog’s owner.

Dean grinned to himself when his owner’s cheeks got warm and he could smell human-want smell coming from him. “Uh, hey. Sorry about that,” he apologized to the other man, who was kneeling in front of Cas and staring at the dog calmly.

Then, the blue-eyed man grinned back and stood. Cas nudged at the back of his knee, shoving him forward while Dean did the same to his. “Uh - God. Yeah. It’s no problem. Cas likes to make all sorts of new friends, so -.”

"Yeah, Dean’s a bit of a rough player, though. I got worried."

Dean huffed, rolling his eyes mentally at the very idea that he would actually hurt Cas, and wagged his tail fiercely when Jensen turned an accusing gaze on him, tongue lolling out, ears forward.

The two men above them fell silent, and Dean huffed, nudging at his owner’s knee. “Go on, you big lug,” he pressed, knowing Jensen wouldn’t understand him, while Cas licked his nose and simply stared at Misha.

"I can smell his human-want," he said thoughtfully, frowning. "Why isn’t he going for it?"

"Humans have stupid rules," Dean griped, continuing to shove at Jensen’s legs in an attempt to get him to step forward. "Maybe they need to sniff each other more."

"I…don’t think that’s how humans work, Dean."

Dean barked in annoyance, drawing Jensen’s attention. “Hey, stop that,” Jensen reprimanded, holding out his palm flat above Dean’s head so the dog fell silent and grumbled to himself. “Um.” Misha hadn’t moved, was looking at Jensen with an unreadable expression. “Anyway. Sorry about that. I’m Jensen, by the way.”

"I know," Misha said, holding out his hand for them to shake, which Jensen did. "You work at the school my niece goes to."

"Oh. Really?"

Cas rolled his eyes. “This is ridiculous.” He barked twice, meaningfully, before nipping at Misha’s shin, wagging his tail hard when the man yelped and turned towards him. “Come on, you’ve done the human sniff, just go for it.”

"Maybe they need time alone?" Dean suggested, sounding very unhappy with the situation. Cas finally huffed, nodding, and both the dogs took off running, barking and nipping at each other but making sure they kept tabs on their respective humans.

Later, they saw Jensen and Misha sat on the same bench, talking and laughing. “Mission accomplished,” Dean said proudly, wagging his tail and panting.