A/N 1 Happy birthdays to 88Ivories and Kiwiplasj - hopefully there's a little something for each of you here.
"Dean, you've got to stop feeding it."
"I know. I will. Stop nagging!"
Dean grinned as the tiny black kitten lapped at the milk he'd given it – laughing as milky flecks festooned its whiskers.
Laid up with a broken toe, (courtesy of tripping on Sam's submarine-sized shoe), Dean had become instantly enamored of the kitten that had appeared on their doorstep. It was on his shoulder now, licking his hair.
For Sam, it was an agonising wait, but eventually Dean fell asleep, and then - crushed with guilt - he took the kitten away to an animal shelter.
Dean would understand.
Hopefully.