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Dean had found several Supernatural books at a used book store earlier that day and had burrowed in like a tick. Sam had not heard a peep from him for hours.
He was supposed to be looking for 'Specialty' books for Bobby's collection when he found them. Sam gave him a disgusted look when he emerged from the stacks with his selection.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"What? They're for research."
"Research?"
"Yeah, you know, like when athletes watch old games for mistakes or weaknesses. Plus, they'll fetch a pretty penny on ebay."
"Whatever lets you sleep at night."
"Shaddap."
Needless to say, Sam was a little caught off guard when Dean suddenly broke his silence.
"Seriously, dude?"
"What?"
"I can't believe you gave me all that crap! I had a valid excuse, what did you have?"
"Huh?"
"The cat, man."
"What cat?"
"The cat under the car when you were kidnapped." Dean said, holding up his copy of The Benders. "Says here you squealed like a girl."
"It does not. Give me that." He pulled it loose and started flipping to the page that had been marked. Dean yanked the book back from his brother and read:
Sam jerked back in fear, a shout of terror filling the night. After a second look, his face broke into a smile. It was a cat, an angry one obviously, but a cat none the less. "Boy," Sam thought, "I sure hope Dean never find out about this."
"Tell me, how is that Not author-ise for 'squealed like a girl'?"
AN: You all know how the story goes: You write to get it out of your head; then you post because, why not, it's already written. I have been re-watching season one in my spare time. My first thought when Sam jerked back was 'Ha Ha' the second was, well, pretty much the inspiration for this fic. Hope you enjoyed it!