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Sunday nights are always a drag. Cas hates the thought of starting a new week when he hasn't even done processing the previous one. He spends half an hour in the bath, willing himself to feel better while Lucifer, his beloved ginger cat, loiters nearby. It’s very easy to mistake Luci for a loving cat, with his wide red eyes (yes, that’s his real eye colour. No, there’s nothing wrong with him), toothy grin, and cute round belly (Cas can’t help but over indulge him sometimes). One would think he’s sweet for hanging around when his owner is moping, but only Cas knows what a weirdo Luci is; he’s only on standby to lap at the bath water the minute Cas gets out.
Pervert.
Bath, dinner, brush teeth, skin care; Cas feels like the NPC of his own life. He flops down on the bed, taking comfort in the fact that there's always Dr. Who to wind him down. The episode starts, but Cas just can't shake this feeling of something has gone wrong… A certain fur ball is missing… Where is Luci? Cas swears he was right by his side after he came back from brushing his teeth.
Cas looks thoroughly; under the bed, on top of the shelves, inside the fridge (Luci’s favourite spot in the house, doing what he loves most – stealing food), the mountain of boxes by the door, his work bag - still no signs of Luci.
Oh God, please no, not again.
Cas rushes to the fireplace, but his idiot cat isn't there. Thank heavens , Cas breathes out a sigh, but where the FUCK is he? He whips his head around, surveying the whole place.
That's when he notices the crack in the kitchen window. The ginger bastard has found a way to weasel himself past the small opening, chewed a hole through the screen door, and is probably lollygagging up and down the neighbourhood. Cas could only hope that Luci has enough good sense in him to not bring home another child support order. Or perhaps that is too much wishful thinking.
Cas heads out to the park nearby, making a mental note of getting a GPS tracker for Luci - who's already had a bell to deter his murderous mouth but not enough to stop his wandering feet.
Cas paced all his usual routes at least three times with no success. He tries his usual tricks to call for Luci, possibly looking like an unhinged mad man with all the kitty gadgets he’s lugging around. There are no signs of his kitty. Cas is getting more and more frantic as each hour ticked by. Still, he perseveres; Luci's song blasting from his phone, snack bag shaking in one hand, beef sausage (Luci’s favourite) in the other; until 3AM when a neighbour calls the cops and they escort him home.
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday passes without Luci. No calls responding to the missing cat posters, no texts from the missing cats facebook group, all shelters nearby haven't received any cats fitting Luci’s descriptions. By Wednesday night, Cas has lost all hopes - Luci is as good as dead. There is no way his picky eater son could survive in the wild for this long.
Cas makes his way to bed, exhausted from the grind of the past few days. He misses his baby boy, misses the warm purring heat whenever Luci nestles between his knees, the house feels empty without Luci’s talkative meows. Cas hates himself for being so careless, knowing his son is a menace and will try anything to get his way. He resumes his Dr. Who episode, but when the Tardis sound plays, he has a brilliant idea. Every night, the sound would summon Luci into bed, like his own personal alarm clock. Perhaps there is hope after all.
Cas rushes into his car, plugs in his phone, and blasts the Tardis sound on repeat as he drives around his neighbourhood; widening his search radius every 45 minutes. He persists into the night.
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A loud sound jerks Dean awake. It's already super late and some inconsiderate bastard is doing loops in front of his house. Normally, he wouldn't be as angry, but that dreadful Tardis sound has interrupted his sexy dream about a certain gorgeous, blue eyed hunk from the library.
He opens the window and yells at the top of his lungs, "Turn off that crap! Are you fucking nuts!? It's 2AM, people gotta sleep, you 'idjit'!"
The godforsaken car drives off in the other direction but refuses to turn the Tardis off. Is this what people are calling music now? Just one sound over and over? That can't be right. Dean decides it doesn't matter, because some people just have shit taste. With the noise far away enough to no longer be a bother, he plops down on the bed and resumes his sexy dreamy mission.
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Another hour and a half of driving has resulted in nothing. Cas is desperate, sleep deprived, and heart broken; until he sees a flash of familiar reddish orange in his rearview mirror. He pulls over, just in time to see Luci running towards him, meowing at the top of his little lungs.
Cas opens his passenger door and Luci hops in, red eyes training on his poor owner as he meows up a story of where he'd been the past few days.
“Yeah, right, that's very believable, Luci” Cas sniffles, despite Luci sprouting bullshit, his baby is back and he can't be happier. He drives them home, feeling a slight guilt at his noise disturbance.
Officially, at 4AM that Thursday, Cas’s little family is whole again. All is right in this world…. Until his 7 o'clock alarm tells him to get ready for yet another day at work.
