A/N: My first Supernatural FF!! It's only a one-shot, and I'm positively sure it's lame, but oh well! I'm still proud of myself for writing one. It's Sam-centric, which makes me even more proud! (I'm so obsessed with Dean, it's like I have no room to like anything else in SPN… xD) This random thought popped in my head when I was remembering one of my friends talking about a kid she met after her dog died that was just like him. Lame idea, but yeah.
I don't own Supernatural.
Reassurance
Summary: Dean's been dead for a month, and Sam keeps seeing a cat that's irritatingly similar to his older brother. Sometimes it's just nice to pretend to have reassurance. Sam-centric
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The cat was there again.
Sam stopped in his tracks to stare at it. Something about its eyes made it seem clever and cunning. The eyes Dean had when he called him "Sammy."
Stop it, Sam. Sam groaned and shook his head. Dean had been dead for a month, and he still couldn't find a way to bring him back. Ruby wasn't much of a big help, either. Sure, she was helping with his psychic abilities, but that was about all she was doing.
Sam still wasn't used to Ruby's new body. It got infuriating at times. He had to remind himself that she was indeed Ruby before speaking to her.
The cat meowed loudly and swished its tail side-by-side from its spot on top of the Impala. Sam looked back at it. It…seemed to have…
…a grin?
A smug grin at that. Exactly like Dean's. Well, if Dean were a cat, that is. Sam reached a hand out and rubbed the cat's head. The cat responded by grabbing the human hand with its paw and purred happily.
Dean always liked cats, even though Sam had been a dog person. Dean had joked around once or twice about getting a cat as a pet, and when Sam asked him why he didn't, Dean would answer, "I can't risk my baby getting cat piss in her!"
The smug grin came after that answer. It pained Sam to remember. The cat bit his hand, as if to tell him to stop moping. Like Dean would say.
The cat hissed and pulled away from the human's hand.
"What?" Sam snapped, "It's not my fault if I can forget you- …him," he corrected broodingly. He actually thought that this cat was his dead brother! Wow…maybe it was time that Sam go see Bobby again… He was obviously losing his mind.
The cat's smug grin returned, confirming Sam's thoughts.
"I'll see him when I can."
The cat rubbed his (Wow, he's actually a, "he," now) head against Sam's head, accepting his not-apology.
The hunter's eyes glowered as he stared at the cat playing with Dean's amulet. He knew this cat couldn't be Dean- that was impossible, but it was still nice to have reassurance.
Three months later
"Poor little guy," Dean moped, leaning next to a dead cat on the side of the road. Based on its location, it obviously didn't die from a car. Curiously, there was absolutely no evidence as how the cat had died. It was just laying, not breathing.
Sam's brows furrowed together when he looked over the dead animal. It was the cat.
That cat. The white cat with gray splotches and paws. This was definitely the cat, no doubt about it.
Was it ironic that it was dead now that Dean was back? Sam thought so, logically, anyway.
But there was a small part of him- the part that used the animal as comfort- that wanted to believe that the cat had fulfilled his purpose in taking Dean's place while he was in hell, and was now wherever he came from in the first place.
Sam smiled inwardly at the sight of the cat, and of Dean sitting beside it.
Thank you.
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Yeah, real lame. But there it is! Hope you liked it, maybe? Eh hehehehehehehe…I'm so bad at writing…
