Crowley felt Dean’s hand on his back, his cat instinct just made he move more against the hand and the Dean’s body, purring louder now, making the arms involved in Dean’s body, hugging him. “Okay … I’ll let you carry me sometimes,” he answered smiling, still rubbing on Dean’s face. “Hnm …”
Dean moved carefully, standing as he picked up Crowley, holding him close as he went over to the fridge before he got the milk before he teased softly, “Glass or saucer?”
Crowley was in the form of kitten before being caught looking at Dean and moving his paws in the air.
“Glaaaaasss” he replied, shaking his tail from side to side.