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Who doesn't love a kitten?
Dean would have been perfectly content to just keep on driving down that old, dusty road and totally ignore the "Kittens, free to good home" sign. Sam, however, had other ideas as to what to do. After quite a bit of puppy eyes and pouting, the impala took a u turn and within minutes, there was another member of the Winchester family. When they finally made it to Bobby's, "Buster" was sleeping on the dash board, tail tucked over his nose like he'd never known anything different.
"Bobby!" Dean called upon entering the senior hunter's home "We're here. And wait till you see what Sam got."
Bobby walked out of the kitchen just in time to see Buster struggle free from Sam's arms and run through Bobby's legs and into the next room before any of them could get a word out. Sam sheepishly ducked out in pursuit of his new little friend. He could practically hear the eye roll Bobby was undoubtedly giving Dean right about now.
"Hey, don't look at me. I wanted to keep driving but Samantha over there couldn't leave well enough alone." Dean said in his defense, hands up in a mock surrender.
Sam chose this moment to walk back into the room with a newly recaptured Buster in hand (hopefully more securely this time).
Bobby spoke up, confused "I thought you guys said you had a hunt?"
"Well, we do. That's why we're here, actually. See, we can't really take him with us and…" Sam began.
Bobby huffed, knowing that no matter how much protest he gave, he'd still have a cat at the end of the day.
"What you idjits callin' the little fur ball?"
"Buster!" Dean announced proudly. Even if the cat was Sam's idea, the name was all Dean.
"Give 'im here, boy. He looks hungry." And with that, Bobby Singer resigned to his fate and left to heat up some milk.
Three days later, Sam and Dean once again pulled into the Singer Salvage Yard. They opened the door to the hunter's residence and barely kept from buckling over with laughter at the sight they happened upon in Bobby's living room. Bobby, in his recliner, fast asleep, with Buster purring on his lap.
A/N: This is my favorite of the stories I've written so far. Please review. :)