Still My Boys

by Assan-Mahariel

Supernatural cats, one-shot. Every soul gets nine lives, always living their second as a cat, though it isn't until the end of their last life that they remember. But no matter which life they were living, the brothers would always have three things permanent throughout... their angel, the impala, and each other. (Might continue this into a chapter story, not sure.)

(I don't own this series)

A tuxedo cat stared at the impala from a distance; once upon a time, that vehicle was the closest thing two brothers had to call home. She was a very important car, from the army man crammed in the ashtray to the legos in the vents, and had carried those brothers through a lot.

It hurt him to see her collecting rust in Bobby's old scrapyard; Garth had taken up residence in Bobby's old place and had been taking care of the car now that there were no Winchesters to take care of it, but now that Garth was gone and the Hunter he'd taken under his wing was the new Bobby -or was he the new Garth? The cat couldn't decide- the car had been left behind for more important things. Once, she was the most important thing in the world.

It wasn't home to the Hunters anymore, but it had become a home for a different pair of brothers.

"Watch the claws, Sam!" the light brown maine coon with the short, ruffled fur hissed at his brother.

The longer furred Sam had darker fur and was bigger than his brother, fur fluffing up at his brother's yowl, "I don't even have my claws out, Dean!"

The tuxedo cat's ears lowered slightly in sadness as he watched the two brothers; the two cats didn't remember their past lives, their first lives, but the little black and white tom hoped that they had a happy eight more lives ahead of them. They deserved to be happy, at least, after all they had accomplished; they deserved to be happy in this world that they had saved over and over again, a deadly sacrifice in the end.

Perhaps, the impala would always be a home to the Winchesters, throughout all nine of their lives.

The tuxedo cat shook out the raven colored feathers of invisible wings, padding forward out of the shadows to join them.

"Hey!" Dean yowled, fur on end as he leapt to his feet and jumped to the edge of the impala's hood, "this is our territory! Beat it!"

Both brothers frowned at the familiar feeling within them, as if they've met him before. They had, but only the tuxedo cat and the impala knew that.

"I am Castiel," the tuxedo cat spoke, blue eyes staring into green ones, "I'm the one who gripped you tight and rose you from that dog pack."

Wherever their future lives led the brothers, he knew the brothers would share it, brothers no matter what they were, and Cas hoped he could be there every step of the way.

The impala looked on silently, forever watching over her boys and their angel, for these were still her boys, no matter what form they were in, and they would always be her boys.

They were still her boys, forever and always, until the day she finally rusted away.