Outside the room: 199 of Crystal inn Quechee Vermont, a deep voice slurred out "Greatsh hunt Sammys, HIC, siii'm going out toses celebrates. 'K?"

Yeah Dean it's been a great hunt, thought Sam walking into the motel room they got for the week, they had planned originally just to stay one night away from the bunker but the case took an unexpected turn, Your hate for witches, just made the not-at-all-dull hunt go by so much quicker; listening to you whine about them non stop just makes time vanish, I swear. And Cas being so lovingly absent for the whole case, not answering your prayers, just made you as happy as me, its not like you where drinking all through this case and practically leaping on any women unlucky enough to be around whilst Cas is away, just to show the angel, you doesn't need him? Because, you, my big bro are totally hetro.

A confused "Merow?" gently prodded the edge of the ranting Winchester's hearing, it got ignored, although the slurs at Dean changed track slightly, Oh and that's another thing, you're NOT allergic to cats Dean, 'cause call me an idiot and all, but wasn't that house filled to the brim with cats? And did you even sneeze once? NO! So when I wanted a pet cat, because I thought they could look after them selves and therefore a good pet for a hunter's lifestyle, you what? Made up an allergy?Thanks Dean, FEELING THE LOVE OVER HERE! You lied to your seven year old brother- does that not seem wrong to you?

The mews got more insistent.

Yeah it was a great hunt, sure go 'Celebrate' some more. Of course you need to get more drunk Dean!

Sam flopped onto the bed and accidentally engulfing the tiny ball of black fluff sitting on it, causing a terrified hiss to sound throughout the room.

I wonder how many women you manage to creep out tonight by moaning Cas' name as you pound into them: 7, 8?

A truly petrified meow vibrated against Sam's stomach as the puff ball struggled for air.

"CAN you just SHUT UP already?" Sam yelled at the terrified kitten trying to escape from underneath all his weight. Sam glared at the poor dishevelled cat. Then he blinked, and stared at it in horror.

"OH SHIT!" Sam yelled jumping to his feet and letting the creature free of his moose like weight, "Are you ok?" Sam asked the cat holding out his hand. The kitten stared at the hunter's outstretched hand, and then at the hunter's face; it seemed confused. The cat looked back at the hand and slowly lifted its wide blue eyes back to Sam's slightly confused green ones, and then- if the younger Winchester didn't know better, and cat's had eyebrows- raised its eyebrows as if insulted. Finally it batted Sam's hand with its paw and jumped of the bed, mewing in a definitely irritated fashion, leaving Sam laughing at its attitude.

"Aww you adorable, little cat!" Called Sam happy, grinning at the kitten stalking away. The cat turned mid step to glare at him with hatred and a sullen mew. Heh it's almost as if he can hear me!

The cat looked as if he was doing his best at trying to roll his eyes, let out a puf of air, a little like a sigh in Sam's opinion, and growled at Sam. This probably didn't have the effect the cat wanted as the human reached down, plucked him back up and proceeded to hug the grumpy little cat midst a fresh bout of aggravated merows and hisses.

I'm gonna make Dean let me keep you some how.