The challenge word is Midnight and I have no idea where this came from!
"Charlie..."
Sam was wearing his best 'don't-even-go-there' face but was being roundly trounced by Charlie as she skillfully usurped his famous puppy-dog eyes.
"Please, Sam."
The red-head wheedled flirtatiously, thrusting the tiny grey kitten into his huge hands.
"She'll be no trouble."
Sam petted the tiny mewling ball of fluff, his face softening.
"She's beautiful, Charlie, but Dean'll never go for it."
She reached over stroking the little kitten's soft fur as she looked into Sam's eyes.
"So if Dean was okay with it, you would be too?"
Knowing that his brother would never even consider it Sam smiled his acquiescence
"Well, yeah, I guess but..."
Charlie grinned, silencing him by grabbing his hand and pulling him triumphantly toward Dean's bedroom.
The elder hunter was fast asleep on his beloved memory foam mattress, his arms folded loosely across his chest. Nestled into the crook of his elbow the scrawny black cat purred contentedly.
Charlie took the kitten and gentle placed it next to the mother cat, smiling as Dean stirred and drew it into the protective circle of his embrace.
"He's named her Midnight."
Sam smiled.
"We better put cat food on the grocery list."
Well who could damn well resist that scene?