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blue_bells» Title: Cat versus sleep
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Pairing(s)/Character(s): Lucifer/Balthazar, kitten!Dean
» Warnings: AU
» Spoilers: None
» Summary: Balthazar would like to sleep, but there's one very persistent member of the house insisting to keep him awake.
» Author's Notes: Originally written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theinsaneeraser as a twitfic request. First foray into kitten!fic.
Someone is poking his cheek.
Balthazar wrinkles his nose and brushes the offending pressure away. Twisting onto his stomach, he sinks back down to sleep with a sigh muffled into his pillow. It’s soft and plush and perfect, and the black weight of sleep slides down his shoulders like the promise of untroubled dreams.
Nudge, nudge. It taps against his ear this time.
“No, Dean,” Balthazar says into the pillow.
A plaintive meow nuzzles against his ear. He feels the blankets depress around his shoulders, a warm, furry belly presses against his shoulder and Balthazar raises his head from the pillow when the kitten flops over the back of his neck. Dean stretches happily, fur sliding along Balthazar’s nape. He reaches back for the offending animal. “Blasted cat—“
“Shh.” Lucifer hushes and Balthazar tenses against the cold air of the bedroom when Lucifer lifts the duvet and Dean dives underneath, curling against Lucifer’s chest with a sleepy blink of contentment. His tiny paws are cold on Balthazar’s shoulder. Balthazar turns his head to regard the kitten, and the other angel who has settled a hand along the curl of Dean’s back, thumb brushing the scruff of his neck.
Lucifer’s expression is relaxed, eyes closed with his face turned towards Balthazar on the pillow, and Balthazar thinks he is already falling back asleep.
How unfair.
“He’ll jump out in five minutes,” Balthazar reminds him, because they’ve gone through this enough nights to have learned by now. Dean would wriggle in and out from under the sheets, never seeming to make up his mind and, as a result, it was impossible to get a full night’s sleep. Balthazar had tried to ignore him and woken up, first, with a cat sprawled belly-down on his face, then a small set of claws in his cheek. Yes, Balthazar had learned his lesson.
Lucifer hums low in his throat as though to say yes dear, and his smile is soft and pleased, eyes shut in sleepy contentment.
Dean purrs between them and Balthazar decides it isn’t worth arguing.
He sighs and Dean barely reacts when Balthazar shifts closer, throwing an arm over Lucifer’s chest. Lucifer’s cool lips brush his forehead after he’s closed his eyes, and Balthazar sleeps, uninterrupted, through the rest of the night.
In the morning, he still wakes up with a cat on his face.
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Pairing(s)/Character(s): Lucifer/Balthazar, kitten!Dean
» Warnings: AU
» Spoilers: None
» Summary: Balthazar would like to sleep, but there's one very persistent member of the house insisting to keep him awake.
» Author's Notes: Originally written for
theinsaneeraser as a twitfic request. First foray into kitten!fic. Someone is poking his cheek.
Balthazar wrinkles his nose and brushes the offending pressure away. Twisting onto his stomach, he sinks back down to sleep with a sigh muffled into his pillow. It’s soft and plush and perfect, and the black weight of sleep slides down his shoulders like the promise of untroubled dreams.
Nudge, nudge. It taps against his ear this time.
“No, Dean,” Balthazar says into the pillow.
A plaintive meow nuzzles against his ear. He feels the blankets depress around his shoulders, a warm, furry belly presses against his shoulder and Balthazar raises his head from the pillow when the kitten flops over the back of his neck. Dean stretches happily, fur sliding along Balthazar’s nape. He reaches back for the offending animal. “Blasted cat—“
“Shh.” Lucifer hushes and Balthazar tenses against the cold air of the bedroom when Lucifer lifts the duvet and Dean dives underneath, curling against Lucifer’s chest with a sleepy blink of contentment. His tiny paws are cold on Balthazar’s shoulder. Balthazar turns his head to regard the kitten, and the other angel who has settled a hand along the curl of Dean’s back, thumb brushing the scruff of his neck.
Lucifer’s expression is relaxed, eyes closed with his face turned towards Balthazar on the pillow, and Balthazar thinks he is already falling back asleep.
How unfair.
“He’ll jump out in five minutes,” Balthazar reminds him, because they’ve gone through this enough nights to have learned by now. Dean would wriggle in and out from under the sheets, never seeming to make up his mind and, as a result, it was impossible to get a full night’s sleep. Balthazar had tried to ignore him and woken up, first, with a cat sprawled belly-down on his face, then a small set of claws in his cheek. Yes, Balthazar had learned his lesson.
Lucifer hums low in his throat as though to say yes dear, and his smile is soft and pleased, eyes shut in sleepy contentment.
Dean purrs between them and Balthazar decides it isn’t worth arguing.
He sighs and Dean barely reacts when Balthazar shifts closer, throwing an arm over Lucifer’s chest. Lucifer’s cool lips brush his forehead after he’s closed his eyes, and Balthazar sleeps, uninterrupted, through the rest of the night.
In the morning, he still wakes up with a cat on his face.
