I have no idea where this came from - it jumped out of my notebook during a very boring meeting...
I am so ashamed.
As You Were
As the full moon swam ominously from behind a passing cloud, Sam gaped in horror, frozen in shock. He had not expected this, and he was suddenly aware that his gun, his knife, all his weapons would be useless.
It had claws like razors. It had a mouth full of teeth like needles. And it was looking right at him. Snarling at him.
It looked angry. It looked... hungry.
It began to stalk towards him, with the silent progress of a practised predator.
Reaching down, Sam picked up the small fluffy bundle of fur.
"Only you, Dean," he sighed, as the tiny green-eyed creature hissed in displeasue, "Only you could get hit by the Curse Of The Werekitten."