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Ignore all sense of time. SPN timeline completely disregarded. On the plus side, all plot will be new material.

Chapter 1

Sarah watched sadly as the Winchesters drove away. She didn't have too many friends. Dean and Sam were crazy, but the way they knew so much about what they were doing, and really used their lives to do good, was a big pull for her.

She flipped her braid over her shoulder and walked away, kept walking past her house and never stopped. As she walked, she began to shiver. Her feet hurt, and it felt like her shoes were full of pebbles, but when she took them off, there was nothing. Walking barefoot didn't help either.

Suddenly her eyes were blinded and she felt a flood of fear and adrenaline. Her right leg caught under her and she was physically pulled to the ground, her leg crushed by something invisible. She gasped as her leg actually broke under the force of nothing. Sarah pulled out her phone and thought about calling 911. That's when she saw the exaggeratedly huge tire marks on her leg. Nobody would ever believe her that an invisible car the size of the White House ran over her leg. She cancelled the call and called the Winchesters again. Dean answered.

"Hello?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Hi," said Sarah, a little out of breath. "Dean? I don't think we got that ghost after all. Something else weird is going on."

"Okay, we'll be right over," said Dean, his voice a little tense. "Try not to get killed before we get there."

Sarah blew a raspberry. "What, so you can watch my death? Try that one again, dumbass. I'm not dying." She hung up the phone and was inexplicably pulled to keep going. She got up slowly, dragging her leg, and half-crawled down the road to an empty field. When she saw the kitten, she screamed.

Michael stared up at the girl, blinking. Then he tried to wash his leg, but it hurt too much. He had depleted most of his grace fighting Lucifer once they were both out of the Cage, and then Gabriel had turned him into a kitten, partly as a joke, partly to hide him from Lucifer, and partly to stop him from continuing the duel to the death with his brother-turned-dark. He wasn't sure if the car was also Gabriel's doing or not, but the car had easily broken his right hind leg, and he didn't have enough grace left to heal himself yet.

The girl's leg was hurt, too. He could smell her blood as well as his own. Once she recovered from her shock at seeing him, she seemed to perk up a little, so he thought she probably hadn't lost too much blood. They would both be okay- someday.

She reached out her hand, and he sniffed it delicately, then nuzzled her hand, wincing at the pain in his leg. The girl petted him a little and then took out her phone.

He could hear her talking to someone named Sam. The phone made a funny, tinny noise that he remembered was the other person talking, Sam apparently. Not that the sounds meant anything. Sarah sounded scared. He hoped they weren't in danger. It was normal for a person to be a little scared when they hurt their leg that badly, but Sarah seemed even more scared than that.

Maybe Sarah was a ditz. The thought made Michael want to smile, so he yawned widely and started purring.

"She's a brave little kitty," said Sarah. "Not that I know the gender. But, Sam, we have the exact same injury."

"Are you okay, Sarah?" Sam checked. "We're coming as soon as we can. I told Dean we can stop for pie when I know you're safe."

"I'm hanging on okay," said Sarah.

"Are you sure? Do you have a jacket or something? The blood loss puts you at more risk of hypothermia."

"No, Sam, I don't have a jacket. I'll be okay until you get here. I can hear Dean's lead foot over the phone."

"He is speeding a lot, but we're still about forty-five minutes away. Could you give me your location again?"

"I'm not sure, Sam. We're on a four-lane highway out in the country, about three miles out. I don't remember which way I went."

"Can you see any signs?"

"Nope," said Sarah. "Nothing. I'm sorry, Sam. Chocolate Chip and I will be okay until you find us, I promise."

"You named a cat Chocolate Chip?" asked Sam, a little incredulously.

"Deal," said Sarah, hanging up. She turned to the kitten, and it nuzzled her hand. Careful not to hurt its leg any more, she gently curled her arm around the kitty, her body blocking the wind so it wouldn't get cold. The kitten purred and rested its chin on her arm, closing its eyes.

Dean drove up to the field in the Impala, getting out and slamming the door loudly behind him. Sam got out and ran ahead of Dean to the lump of clothes that he was sure had Sarah somewhere in it. She was curled around a sleeping brown tabby kitten.

Sam took off his jacket and tucked the kitten in it, carrying it back to the car, where he could try to fix up its leg out of the wind. Dean rolled Sarah over and shook her awake.

"It's okay, Dean, I'll be fine. I just need to get in out of the cold and get my leg checked on."

"Damn right you do. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. As far as I'm concerned, you're still Sammy's future girlfriend, so I need you alive."

"Dean," protested Sarah weakly, as he scooped her up easily and carried her to the Impala. He put the passenger seat down so she could sit in the back and rest her leg in front of her. Sam had cleaned, bandaged, and splinted the kitten's leg. Dean made sure Sarah wasn't bleeding, but her wound seemed pretty clean, so he bandaged it and got in the driver's seat. Sam hopped in the back next to Sarah, the kitten tucked into a sling on his chest. He'd used his shirt for bandages, so Dean threw him an extra jacket from the glove compartment, and he wore it like a blanket over himself and the kitten.

"He's a male cat, by the way," Sam told Sarah. "Looks about 14 weeks. I don't know how long it takes a cat that age to heal from a broken bone, but he'll be okay. We should probably get him checked out by a vet, though."

Sarah was still huddled up and shivering.

"Dean, turn up the heat," said Sam. "Sarah's still shivering."

"Good," said Dean, turning the heat up. "That means she's alive. We need to get her to a hospital. Just make sure they don't see the cat."

"What are you going to tell the doctors?" asked Sarah, teeth chattering.

"Sorry, I didn't hear that," said Dean.

"She wants to know what story we're going to tell the hospital," Sam explained.

"We tell the doctors you don't remember what hit you, and let them come up with an explanation. That way, they don't think you're crazy, and they'll let you go home once your leg is in better shape," said Dean.

"Bad idea," said Sarah.

"What? Why is that?" asked Sam.

"What did she say?" asked Dean.

"If you fix one of us, the other one will unexpectedly get better," guessed Sarah.

"That doesn't matter," said Sam. "If you get better, we'll take you home."

"Will you please tell me what is going on back there?" begged Dean. "I can't hear over the heat."

Michael heard Dean's voice and tried to squiggle out of Sam's arms. He crept into the front of the car, ignoring Sam's attempts to grab him, and climbed into Dean's lap.

"Well, what do you know," said Dean. "My car's so hot, even a cat wants to drive it."

Sam and Sarah ignored him, Sam out of habit and Sarah because she was asleep. Michael also tucked his head under his paw and slept, curled up in Dean's lap, and Dean just drove.

The Impala pulled to a stop at a nearby hospital. Dean carefully unbuckled his seat belt to avoid waking the cat, but Michael woke up anyway. He meowed at Dean and stretched, leg healed but still stuck firmly in the splint Sam made. Michael snapped at the splint, but it was stuck on too well.

Dean turned and shook Sam and Sarah awake.

"We're at the hospital," said Dean. "Wake up, lovebirds."

Sam blinked and flipped his hair out of his face.

"Dean? Where are we?"

"The hospital, wiseass. Gonna get your girlfriend's leg checked on. Wake her up, will ya?"

Sam shrugged. "Sarah, wake up."

Sarah rubbed her eyes and sat up.

"My leg," she said, startled. It was completely healed. The only thing wrong with it was that it had fallen asleep. She flexed her knee and felt the blood returning, making her whole leg feel like pins and needles.

"Check the cat," said Sam. Dean did, removing Michael's splint (finally!). Michael stretched his leg and walked over to Sarah. He chortled and rubbed his head against her foot, then sniffed Sam's shoe and meowed.

"Hey," said Sam. He held out his hand for Michael to sniff. Michael ignored it and instead jumped into Sam's lap and started purring, flopped on his back watching Sarah.

Sarah scratched his chin, sighed, and fell back asleep. Michael rolled over and stretched, then curled up between Sam and Sarah.

"Okay," said Dean. "I guess I'll just drive." He buckled up again and drove back to the bunker. Hopefully from there they could figure out what was going on with Sarah and why this kitten was mirroring her injuries.

Michael was finding being a kitten very frustrating. He couldn't find a good way to communicate who he was and what was going on. He knew he was Michael, but now he couldn't even talk or write. He tried to type on Sam's laptop, but the letters made no sense to his kitty brain, and Sam got mad. Sarah slept a lot- he guessed it was harder on her than on him to have had a broken leg and slept out in the cold for that long. He spent a lot of time curled up on her chest, sleeping or purring. Sometimes he bugged Dean or hung out with Sam.

He needed a way to get Gabriel's attention. He left the bunker and found a tabloid. Bigfoot. That ought to get Gabriel's attention. He found a house with a bear statue out front and knocked the statue over, then dragged it, hissing, through the door. He scratched fake huge paw prints in the wooden floor and broke some important-looking things in the house, then scratched the man on the face and hissed and yowled, moving in a blur so the man couldn't tell how big he wasn't. Then he left and waited for Gabriel to hear about it, careful to leave some cat hair in the doorway.

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This is just something I wrote in one sitting. Please review or PM me if you want me to write more. Otherwise, this may be the end.

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