In which Sam, Dean, and Cas are hunting a trickster and the trickster turns Sam and Dean into kittens.
*I should be working on my other story, but I just had to get this one out.*
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters.
Struggling with two bags of burgers in one hand and three drinks balanced in the other, Cas shoved the door open of the motel room Sam, Dean, and him were sharing. He had been the one in charge of getting the food for the three and had been gone for less than an hour. Cas pushed the door closed with his back, looked around the room and sighed.
He turned to the small table on his right where papers were strewn all over its surface and dropped the two bags on top. He looked around the room once more, squinting suspiciously this time. The impala was parked outside and the keys were on the table as well, everything was in place. But Sam and Dean were not in the room. He turned toward the bathroom, empty.
"Sam?" No answer.
"Dean?" No answer.
Mew. Cas whipped around.
Mew. He looked down. Two small, black cats, sitting side by side, stared up at him.
Cas stared back at them, there was something familiar about them. One of the cats was taller than the other, but both had big shiny eyes. One had smokey blue eyes while the other had hazel green eyes.
He looked up toward the beds and saw Sam and Dean's clothes lying on the floor in front of the nightstand dividing the two beds.
Cas knelt down and looked at the smallest cat.
"Dean?" He pointed with his finger at the smallest cat.
"Sam?" He pointed at the other cat.
Both cats meowed and walked toward him. Cas scratched their head, smiling as they purred.
He had to get them back to normal, he knew how; he was an angel after all. But, he figured, he could use a day or two without the Winchesters squawking and babbling all the time. Plus, he liked cats.
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