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dreamlittleyo's prompt. :)
"Mrrrrrowr?"
Don't ask Dean how he even knew that was a question.
"I don't know, Sam."
"Mrrrrrrowr."
Jesus fucking Christ, a kitten making a bitchface. That was...actually pretty fucking impressive. He'd give Sam props for that one, if he was ever to give him props for anything connected to him being a giant girl, and/or a tiny little kitten.
"MRRRROW!"
"Yes! Yes! Jeez, we're going to check this out." He walked back to the car, when he heard that saddest little miao in his life.
"Oh, crap." And he went back and scooped Sam in his hand, walked back to the car and deposited him on the passenger seat. Sam made a happy little kitten noise, and curled right next to his right thigh. It was so fucking cute Dean was going to have a heart attack. He put his hand next to Sam, and kept him from being thrown around as he drove off to the motel.
-
Girls were giving him weird looks.
No, scratch that.
Girls were giving him weird looks, then melting, and making cooing noises, and it took Dean a good five minutes and dozens of death glares to realize just how ridiculous he looked, walking around, cradling Sam in his leather jacket. They were heading towards Dean's favorite place in the whole wide world. You know, that place with the books and the dust and the long, boring hours of research that were usually Sam's forte. Only now Sam was kitten-sized and kitten-shaped, so the duty to find out how to get him back to his normally huge body fell on this sad fella. He hid Sam further in his jacket when he entered the library, but the librarian probably would've cooed at him too.
Jesusfuck. What is it with girls and kittens?
-
"So, I have good news and I have bad news."
Sam was looking at him expectantly from the table in their motel room.
"Good news is this should be gone by tomorrow evening. Bad news is someone is trying to pass a message to you about your hierarchy in Hell or something. Might wanna talk to Ruby about that next time she sneaks her ugly-ass head in."
Sam looked at him a moment more, then started licking his tiny little paw fastidiously, and Dean suddenly remembered that he hasn't showered for more than a day.
Damn the furry little creature.
-
He almost fell asleep, when he felt a small weight on the edge of his pillow. He froze a little, just an instinct, and then sighed, unwinding.
"Just for tonight, you hear me?"
"Mrrrowr!"
When Dean woke up the morning after, Sam was curled up against his chest, all warm and soft and tiny, and his hand was anchoring him.
Dean contemplated bloody revenge, possibly including eating a whole can of tuna in front of Sam's face, slow and thorough.
-
Sam smiled at him, human-shaped again, but the look in his eyes was awfully catlike.
"Shut up, I did not cuddle with you."
"I just think it's a little sad you had to have a little kitten with you just so you could score digits, is all."
dreamlittleyo's prompt. :)"Mrrrrrowr?"
Don't ask Dean how he even knew that was a question.
"I don't know, Sam."
"Mrrrrrrowr."
Jesus fucking Christ, a kitten making a bitchface. That was...actually pretty fucking impressive. He'd give Sam props for that one, if he was ever to give him props for anything connected to him being a giant girl, and/or a tiny little kitten.
"MRRRROW!"
"Yes! Yes! Jeez, we're going to check this out." He walked back to the car, when he heard that saddest little miao in his life.
"Oh, crap." And he went back and scooped Sam in his hand, walked back to the car and deposited him on the passenger seat. Sam made a happy little kitten noise, and curled right next to his right thigh. It was so fucking cute Dean was going to have a heart attack. He put his hand next to Sam, and kept him from being thrown around as he drove off to the motel.
-
Girls were giving him weird looks.
No, scratch that.
Girls were giving him weird looks, then melting, and making cooing noises, and it took Dean a good five minutes and dozens of death glares to realize just how ridiculous he looked, walking around, cradling Sam in his leather jacket. They were heading towards Dean's favorite place in the whole wide world. You know, that place with the books and the dust and the long, boring hours of research that were usually Sam's forte. Only now Sam was kitten-sized and kitten-shaped, so the duty to find out how to get him back to his normally huge body fell on this sad fella. He hid Sam further in his jacket when he entered the library, but the librarian probably would've cooed at him too.
Jesusfuck. What is it with girls and kittens?
-
"So, I have good news and I have bad news."
Sam was looking at him expectantly from the table in their motel room.
"Good news is this should be gone by tomorrow evening. Bad news is someone is trying to pass a message to you about your hierarchy in Hell or something. Might wanna talk to Ruby about that next time she sneaks her ugly-ass head in."
Sam looked at him a moment more, then started licking his tiny little paw fastidiously, and Dean suddenly remembered that he hasn't showered for more than a day.
Damn the furry little creature.
-
He almost fell asleep, when he felt a small weight on the edge of his pillow. He froze a little, just an instinct, and then sighed, unwinding.
"Just for tonight, you hear me?"
"Mrrrowr!"
When Dean woke up the morning after, Sam was curled up against his chest, all warm and soft and tiny, and his hand was anchoring him.
Dean contemplated bloody revenge, possibly including eating a whole can of tuna in front of Sam's face, slow and thorough.
-
Sam smiled at him, human-shaped again, but the look in his eyes was awfully catlike.
"Shut up, I did not cuddle with you."
"I just think it's a little sad you had to have a little kitten with you just so you could score digits, is all."
