The Floodlands flutterbat

"awesome," Cas breathed, grinning at Laika. he had done what Shreya said -- sort of -- and Laika had taken it well. he drank in the sight of his snowfurred mate before clearing his throat. "you -- you, ah, you won't change your mind if we have ... kids?" he asked, eyes gone wide with worry. "i mean, that's assuming you do ... even...want to."

what the hell was wrong with him? it was her scent -- it was making him babble and say stupid things about kids and having them and ... making them, Cas supposed, though he was too shy to suggest it.