Disclaimer: Don't own, not making any money from. Sucks to be me.
Notes: Pointless bit of fluff dedicated to my favourite lady, who asked for a kitten. Most likely set sometime during the second season.
The creature was too much. It was too evil, too conniving and far too used to manipulation. He couldn't handle it on his own, not without some serious mojo to back him up. Dean backed up a pace. The creature followed, tilting its head to the side. He backed up another step. The creature sat down right in front of him.
"Mew." It said.
"Shit." Dean replied. And two seconds later he had to prise tiny claws from his jeans as one enthusiastic little kitten tried to climb up his legs. He cradled the tiny little body in his hands, feeling fuzz against his skin as the thing practically vibrated in its absurd happiness. "I am so kicking your ass to the curb, buddy."
Giant blue kitten eyes looked up at him with a distinct smugness. As if the little thing knew that he was lying.
"I hate you."
"Mew."
"No, I really hate you. Stop that!"
"Dean?"
Dean quickly turned his body away from the open door and cradled the kitten closer to his chest. "Uh... yeah, Sammy?"
"Who were you talking to just now...?" Sam stopped in the doorway, taking in his brother's posture and the oddly defensive look on his face. "Ok Dean, what is it? What did you do?"
"Nothing."
"Mew."
"Shut up!" He hissed it right into his hands, but the kitten sitting on his palm only continued to look smug, and started grooming its side.
"Dean... Is that...? Do you have... a kitten in your hands?"
"Dude, this is not the time to go putting absurd labels on things," Dean replied, the defensive look growing as his shoulders hunched a little. "I think it's possessed. This is not a normal kitten, Sam. It's a being of pure evil!"
"Yeah, sure. Look at its evil widdle paws."
The kitten, being highly contrary, took this as its cue to yawn and curl up in the cradle of Dean's hands. "Sam..."
Sam clapped him on the shoulder, grinning ear from ear. "Dean, lets face it. Looks like you're stuck with it."
Dean groaned. "I hate kittens."
The problem with that, he decided, was that he actually really didn't.