It was just supposed to be a simple hunt for both you and Castiel, except it had gone so so terribly wrong. You weren’t injured and neither was Cas, but the witch you were hunting had managed to cast a spell on you before you two could kill her.

Castiel looked around frantically when he didn’t see you anywhere. Terror clawed at his insides when you didn’t respond to him calling out for you. He froze when he felt something small paw at his pant leg. He turned his head down, finding a small kitten by his shoe. His brow furrowed with confusion before it suddenly dawned on him. Could it be you?

“{{user}}?” His usual gruff voice was quiet and cautious. When you meowed in response, he crouched down looking deep into your eyes and realized it indeed was you.