Our Lady of Fandom, Monday afternoon

[scruffnfeathers]

So, apparently, carving a angel-banishing sigil into one's own chest took a lot out of an angel. Especially when one followed up such an act with drinking a large amount of fine Thai liquor. Which would explain why Castiel woke up to find himself face down on a pew with his trenchcoat over his head. He peered blearily into the wood and wondered if he owed Sam, Dean, and Chuck an apology for the day before.

A soft mewing came from under his head. Castiel fell off the pew, and thus had a perfect view of Angelbane. In his absence, she'd apparently decided that she didn't like the little nest he'd made for her in the rectory, instead preferring a pile of old altar boy robes underneath the pew, where it was warm and dark and the little old lady who always sat in the front row could sneak her sardines.

Angelbane glared at Castiel, possibly for interrupting her grooming process, possibly for not being the little old lady who always sat in the front row, bearing a can of sardines. She made sure to give him a good, long look before returning to her business. Which was grooming small, hairless things with their eyes shut. Castiel's eyes widened.

"Oh."

Angelbane ignored him, too busy gently pushing one of the tiny things aside so she could get to the one underneath.

Castiel smiled. One of the little hairless things wobbled its way in his general direction, and Angelbane gave him another look, as if to say "keep an eye on that one for a moment, won't you?"

"Thank you," said Castiel, still lying prone on the floor. He nudged the kitten back towards the nest of altar boy robes. "I think I needed to see that."

[ooc: The church is, as always, quite open.]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

After seeing the state Cas was in the night before, Dean thought he probably should check in on the guy and teach him about hangover remedies if he needed to.

"Cas?" he called out as he stepped inside.

[scruffnfeathers]

"Over here," Castiel called, not bothering to get up.

There were kittens to watch.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You okay, dude?" Dean asked as he walked up, thinking an angel lying on the floor couldn't be a good sign.

[scruffnfeathers]

"I fell off the pew," Castiel explained. He didn't sound terribly worried. "Come and see."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Come and see what?" But then Dean got close enough to glimpse what had Cas' attention. "Oh," he said softly.

[scruffnfeathers]

"They're born with their eyes closed," Castiel pointed out.

Angelbane blinked tiredly up at Dean, her tail curling around her litter.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Dean said, still in that same soft, almost awed voice. He smiled at 'Bane. "Congratulations."

[scruffnfeathers]

Angelbane blinked slowly in acknowledgement. Castiel smiled at her. "It's remarkable."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean reached out a finger to gently touch the nearest kitten. "I feel like I should be going out and buying cigars or something."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel blinked. "I don't think they smoke, Dean."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Not for them. It's a tradition -- you hand out cigars to everyone when there's a new baby," Dean explained. "And it doesn't have to be real cigars, chocolate ones work just as good."

[scruffnfeathers]

"I'm assuming you don't light chocolate ones on fire."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"No, just eat them," Dean confirmed, most of his attention still on the kittens.

[scruffnfeathers]

"Where does one go to get chocolate cigars?"

Yeah, Castiel was totally gonna go try and find them, now. Surely he had a bit of extra money stashed around here, somewhere.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Candy store," Dean said, looking up to give Cas a grin. It was nice to see Cas back something closer to what he thought of as normal for the angel. "They're kinda a novelty item."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel nodded. "It's . . . good to have a reminder of what we were fighting for, in my world."