Script

Twelve.

No offence meant to people who own cats with people names...

Moving back was easy.  I only had a duffle ab full of things.  I'm pretty sure Cassie appreciated not being in a laundry hamper with towels and a small baby blanket. As cushioning. 

I was currently greeting fans with Misha on our break. Wintertime was upon us once again and we were stuck in a small town.  Snow was allowed since the Winchesters and their angel were in a northern state of America.  But in reality, we were still stuck in Canada.  We'd gone a little out of Vancouver. 

"Hey, how are-" I looked at the blonde curly haired boy my age.  Jesus Christ, it was coffee dude.

"Hey, Veronica.  Remember me?" He flashed a bright smile.

"Coffee shop dude?"

"Andrew.  I see you've changed your name." He winked. 

"Ah, yeah.  I'm Veronica.  But keep it hushed." I giggled.  "Want anything signed?" I asked holding the sharpie.

"Yeah, can you sign my old Always Keep Fighting shirt?" He took off his jacket and showed his white hoodie containing Jared's face. 

"Yeah.  No problem." I uncapped the black thick marker, and signed my name on his back.  Misha came over and wrapped a hand around my waist.  The group of fans went crazy and squealed at the gesture.

"My god.  It's actually you." Andrew went wide eyed.  "I mean, I've met Jensen and Jared and Veronica, but holy shit.  It's the Misha Collins." He stood there speechless.

"Dude, turn around so he can sign your back." Andrew did what I told him to in a very robotic way.  Misha autographed his back.

"So you too know each other."

"Yeah.  I met him at the Starbucks downtown by Chapters.  Last time I chatted with him was the last time I went there with Mark."

"A year and a bit ago." He clarified.

"That's nice." Misha smiled and kissed my forehead.  Once again, crazy fans. 

Misha and I continued through the crowd and I hugged fans and took pictures.  To think that I was one of these guys not so long ago was crazy.  I'm pretty sure they'd kill for my new role in life.  I went from a 17 year-old teen who fangirled at everything, to Misha Collins' fiancé.  It still blows my mind.

I piggybacked on Misha back into the old hotel we were using for the set and he set me down.  "So I was thinking..." He started.

"Oh Jesus." I coughed.  Misha? Thinking?

"Thanks.  I was thinking we could get a dog?" I spit out the water I was about to drink.  I thought he'd be thinking about dinner tonight.  He always has his mind on food, not puppies!  Trust me, owning a dog is hard and for an actor, it's even harder.

"How about a cat?"

"I hate cats."

"HOW COULD YOU HATE KITTIES?"

"Well-" he winked, "I don't hate all kitties." He purred into my ear.

"Perv.  But seriously, dogs are hard work.  Especially puppies.  And we have a baby.  How about a munchkin cat? Or a guinea pig? Maybe a ferret-wait, no those are worse.  They stink."  I corrected myself.

"Fine.  We'll get a munchkin cat." He tossed his hands in the air, defeated.

"I want to name it." I blurted. 

"Awe, c'mon! You got to name the tiny human I helped produce!" I held Cassie, a little offended. 

"I pushed her out of my ass.  I carried her for nine months.  All you did was deal with my bitchiness and got pleasure from shoving your-"

"WE CAN HEAR YOU!" Mark shouted, disgusted.

"GOOD!" I yelled back. 

"You have a point."  Misha sighed.

"Plus, it will be out of my pay cheque anyways since you've been paying the bills like a good man the last few months."  I patted his shoulder.

"Fine.  Just not some stupid name, please."  He begged.

|~~~|

"You named the cat miss Sniffles.  Fucking miss Sniffles?" Misha blurted looking at the name tag on the collar.  I picked out a solid white fluffy munchkin cat.  She sniffled a lot.  She was just a kitten. 

"Don't judge." I petted the kitten from inside the small box.  I moved her aside and that's when Misha gasped. 

"You got two fucking cats?"

"Hey, language.  Besides, this one's yours." I handed him the grey and black kitten.  "Name it."

"You're joking?"

"No."

He paused, picked up the kitten and looked at it closely.  "Tabitha."

I snorted and covered my mouth.  "Tabitha? Really?"

"What?" He shrugged petting the cat.

"I'll rename mine if you rename yours because it's hilarious.  You don't name a cat Tabitha.  It's weird.  People names on cats are odd."

"Pfft.  Says the person who calls herself Veronica."

"Hey! That was just so creeps didn't stalk me!" I retorted and smacked his shoulder playfully.  "Now, rename your cat."  I ordered.

"Fine." He stuck out his tongue at me.  He looked back at the cat and said, "Sabriel."

I then fell to the floor laughing with a confused kitten in my hands.  My body shook with laughter as tears fell from my eyes.  I was laughing so hard there was no noise coming from my mouth.  "Oh. My. God." I sniffled sitting up.  "Please name it so that I can tell Richard and Jared."

"Sabriel it is." He placed the cat on the floor and let it roam. 

"Mines going to be..." Sastiel? Wincest? Cockles... Sastiel.  "Sastiel."

Misha chuckled at the name and nodded.  "It's settled.  We're telling Jared tomorrow." 

I set down Sastiel and showed her the litter box located in the bathroom in the corner.  Misha showed Sabriel it as well and their food was located in the kitchen.  I can't believe we just named our cats after ship names.

|~~~|

Back at work the next day I set Cassie with Lexy and sauntered over to Jared, Jensen, and Richard in the food tent. 

"Ohhhh Jared." I giggled mischievously.

"Oh God." He set his plate aside and looked terrified. "What are you thinking?" He asked cautiously.

"Well, you see, Misha and I got cats."

"And...?" Richard watched intently with Jensen.

"And their names are Sastiel."  I paused and saw Jensen and Richard snort as Jared's face fell.  "And Sabriel."  I grinned broadly as Richard's face fell.

"What?" They asked in unison.  Jensen gripped the metal fold up chair as he laughed. 

"Sabriel and Sastiel." I flipped my hair and walked away.

"WHEN I GET A PET I'M NAMING IT ASSTIEL."

"I'll feel bad for it." I huffed and continued to walk.

I should buy animals more often.