Fluffy wings Castiel x reader prologue

You blinked, and sneezed, wondering what the witch had done. Made you tiny, perhaps? The world larger? Everything...much...smellier? "(f/n)?" You tried to respond, yelling 'yup?'

"YIP!" You blinked. Who had let a dog in here? "YIP YI-" You head the dog stop, just as hands wrapped around your belly. You squirmed, and glanced down at the floor, only to see your clothes lying there. You struggled harder, then stopped when Dean spun you around to face his face, his expression lighting up.

"You. Are. The. Most. Adorable. Puppy. Ever." You froze, then blinked. You sneezed, and he chuckled. "I think you're hypoallergenic, based on that time you wouldn't stop researching dogs. Cas' dad, you're just so dang fluffy~" You barked, and started to squirm again. He just laughed, placing you down on the floor, before his face turned serious. "If you shed in my car, I will murder your little puppy ass." You growled, baring your teeth, and he cracked a smile. "Not working. You are about the size of a terrier, and you are about as scary as a bunny. A small, fluffy bunny." You growled again, and tried to gather your items as best you could. Dean just shook his head and picked them up, and then you, carrying you to the car, while Sam laughed. You stayed silent, shaking your head and giving a rather adorable snort occasionally.

When you reached the bunker, you plopped down on the couch, lying down, trying to take up as much room as possible so the boys couldn't bother you, and covered one square cushion, if someone were being kind. Sam picked up a beer and plopped next to you. You raised your head slightly and growled, to which he just smiled, noticed the next look, and tried to stifle it. You shook your head and snorted again, jumping up, and peered down from the couch top. Suddenly it seemed a very long way down. You steeled your nerves, and jumped, before sprawling slightly, your feet sliding out from under you a little ways. You steadied yourself, risked a glance to see if Sam had noticed (he had), before trotting off to the kitchen. You stepped in, and a wall of smells hit you. Pie, but crisper, more delicious than you'd ever smelt...beer, a smell that seemed to burn your nose...Dean, and that leather coat of his...vanilla ice cream, so tangy and sweet and creamy...and Cas. You took a stumbling step back. Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope nope-

"(f/n)?" Dang it.

"YIP"

"No, I am not going to interview you. Why would I?" He frowned and tilted his head. You sighed, and yawned suddenly. A slight grin was slowly breaking its way across Dean's face, and you couldn't tell why. What? "I believe, (f/n), it is because you are rather cute."

what.

Oh, right, you were a fluffy puppy now. Of course. Uh duh. "YIP"

"Yes, I know that Dean does not usually like dogs. He also does not usually talk to a woman after three or four days, although generally it only takes about a night before he forgets her."

You frowned, and yawned again. Cas tilted his head again, before scooping you up. You yipped in surprise, but then cuddled into his warm trench coat. Before you knew it, your eyes were shut and you were asleep, cuddled in Cas' arms.