Dean blinked away the sleep from his eyes and slowly sat up. He must have had to much to drink last night, because even though the lights were off in his bedroom, the white bed covers seemed blindingly bright. Dean yawned loudly turned to hop out bed to find that, one, he was already at his feet and, two, the edge of the mattress looked to be a solid six feet from the ground.

"How wasted was I?" Dean thought aloud to himself. Dean leapt down from atop his bed, only to summersault head-first into the ground.

"Ow," he grumbled, his voice muffled by the carpet. Dean stood and gave his chest a quick lick as if it was the most normal thing to do in the world, then lazily staggered over to the door. Dean raise on hand to turn the doorknob, but found it to be at least two feet above him. And, upon a further assessment of the situation, Dean stared in horror at the burlywood-colored paw that occupied the space where his human hand should have been. Dean yowled-yes, yowled- and jumped back in confusion and fear. "What the hell?!" He exclaimed.

Dean stiffened, and slowly turned to glance back at his rear end. A long, burlywood tail with fur that was standing on end thrashed about.

Dean gave himself a once over, and then sat down with a sigh. "Son of a bitch!" He mumbled hoarsely. Dean contemplated what to do now. Without opposable thumbs, that limited his options quite a bit, but even as a small feline he was far from helpless.

Dean had once read somewhere while doing some research that cats could squeeze through places as small as their heads. Dean eyed the gap between the door and the floor. It was certainly bigger now than it seemed when he was on two legs, but still it was not nearly big enough. Dean didn't like it, but he was left with no other choice. Dean took a deep breath, and poured all his strength into calling out to his younger brother. "Saaaam!"

Sam hit the side of his head a couple times as the sound started up again. This had to be the third time in the past fifteen minutes he thought he was hearing that long, raspy wail. Lucifer was gone, so this couldn't have been a new form of torture he was trying out on Sam. Sam had gotten up to investigate several times, but for no success. But this time around, Sam was starting to lose his patience. Sam stomped into the hallway out of the war room, heading to the only place he hadn't looked yet; Dean's room. Sam knew that if Dean woke up and Sam was caught going through his things, he would have to be ready to get lost fast. But that noise was driving him insane! Sam knew, well hoped really, that Dean would understand.

Sam made his footfalls softer as he approached Dean's room. The sound was definitely coming from inside. And if Sam wasn't mistaken, it sounded like some sort of animal. Sam took a deep breath, and carefully twisted the doorknob.

Once Dean heard Sam approach the door, he had immediately ceased calling out to him. Mainly cause his throat was sore, but also because it was just undignified. As if Dean's pride could take another hit! He was already having trouble resisting the urge to groom himself. As a human he had never noticed how filthy everything was! And to think of it being stuck to him all day?

Dean shook his head to get these cat-like thoughts out of his mind, and hoped to Chuck that this was just some messed up hangover dream.

Dean's eyes pricked at the sound of the doorknob jingling. "It's about time!"he huffed with a role of his bright green eyes.

The door creaked open, and Sam flicked on the lights.

At first, he didn't even see the furry creature sitting on the floor by the doorway. Sam looked around the room, scanning it for a sign of his brother. Sam was about to call Dean when he saw his phone lying on his bedside table, and Sam's worry intensified ten-fold. Had he been kidnapped? If so, why hadn't Sam seen him? And there are his car keys, so he didn't just dri-.

"Down here, Sasquatch," Dean meowed. Sam did a double take when he saw the tabby with a dirty-blond coat sitting by the leg of the bed.

"Geez, and I thought you were huge before!" Dean said with a gruff laugh.

"D... Dean?" Sam asked, thinking himself crazy for asking a cat if it was his brother.

The "seriously?" look he gave Sam in response was all the answer the young hunter needed.

Sam squatted down low to get a better look.

"Yes, even as a cat I'm devilishly handsome, but you can gawk latter when we know what's causing this!" Dean said with a long, drawn-out meow.

Sam sighed. "Dude I can't understand a word you're saying!"

One of Dean's ears flicked in annoyance and he looked away.

"I knew that!" He snapped slightly.

Sam smiled, because he didn't need to speak cat to understand what Dean said.

While Dean's head was momentarily turned, Sam got a wicked idea.

He reached out and gave the spot behind his brothers head one good rub, which earned the young Winchester a nasty scratch and a hiss.

Although the wound stung, it was worth it.

Sam turned on his heels and stride out of the room. Dean tried not to make it obvious, but he was winded from trying to keep up as the two made their way to the war room. "Maybe you should call Cas. He might be able to help," Sam suggested.

Dean shot dagger eyes at Sam and gave a short meow. "What?" Sam asked, confused as to why Dean didn't want to call their angelic friend.

Dean jumped up onto the table as Sam searches the shelves for a promising looking book. "Fine, if you won't, I will."

Sam put his hands together and concentrated. "Hey Cas. We-."

Dean meowed a warning. "-I could really use your help."

Sam opened his eyes. Besides the two brothers, the bunker was empty.

"It's Dean. He's not feeling to well." Sam added.

Before Dean could as much as open his mouth to meow at Sam, there was a rush of air and suddenly Castiel was standing by the table facing Sam. Sam tried to do his best to keep from smirking.

"Sam, where's Dean? What's-." Castiel started to say, then he noticed the cat sitting on the tabletop and the angel's deep blue eyes widened in unconcealed joy. "Why didn't you inform me you purchased a cat?!" Castiel asked, his voice higher than usual as he practically ran over to the side of the table where Dean sat. Castiel leaned on the table and used one hand to scratch behind Dean's ears. Dean didn't retaliate on account that he actually kind of enjoyed it and plus, it was Cas. Still, Dean had a hard time stifling the purr rising in his throat.

"Uh, Cas, that's not-."

"And such a brilliant soul! I hadn't a clue animal souls could be so..." Castiel looked up at Sam, then at the cat again. "I see. Hello Dean," Castiel said flatly, although he didn't stop stroking him.