''This small, four legged creature is quite appealing.'' Castiel told you, Sam, and Dean proudly, holding the small bunny rabbit he found in a random field in his tender palm. He couldn't help but stare at it with the most stern facial expression you've ever seen, his eyes narrowing as if he was concentrating on the fluffy being in his palm.

That little bunny was already incredibly cute, but when you saw Castiel give it a small kiss on the nose and smile afterwards to himself was almost something that could make you tear up. Of course, Sam and Dean thought you were absolute idiots for getting emotional over a rabbit.

''I'm naming him Clarence.'' He was nodding as he spoke, as if he was agreeing with himself. ''We are going to keep him as our own pet, to accompany us and bring us joy.''

You both knew that having a pet wouldn't be a good idea, especially because of the hunting life. You and Castiel could both see Dean shaking his head at us in disapproval, while Sam was rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance, clearly thinking you were both acting like children.

But, you all had to admit, at one point; maybe having a pet was going to change a bit of their misery into happiness. Castiel just had to take care of it, feed it, show it love and, overall, make sure the poor thing doesn't die since he was the one who wanted to keep this bunny rabbit. The good thing was that you knew Castiel was responsible – that's why you adored him.