Our Lady of Fandom, early Saturday mornong

". . . really, it's the least you'll have to worry about once the kittens are born," Castiel was telling Angelbane. She'd started shuffling slowly after him everywhere he went, mewing at him. He was following all the rules for pregnant cat care he'd found online -- he wasn't sure what she wanted from him.

Other than possibly to eat his wings.

[ooc: one expected, but the church is always open.]