Title: Resistance Is Futile
Author: PlatinumRoseLady
Disclaimer: I didn't create Sam and Dean. I did create Lucky. Yay me.
Challenge: "Crust"
Word Count: 100 words. Because that's the way I roll.
Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized. We're like the Borg, only cuter.
Spoiler Alert: None. Just more proof how a kitten is an essential hunting tool.
Dean bit his lip, trying to keep from snapping at the elderly lady behind the motel counter. They were low on cash, and he knew the cards were maxed.
"It's just for one night, ma'am, I can give you what we've got…"
"Look, I'm sorry, but rates are rates and…" She stopped talking, her eyes widening when the black kitten popped his head out of Sam's jacket pocket. The crusty old woman morphed into a sweet grandmother in the twitch of Lucky's whiskers.
"Why didn't you say you had a kitten with you?" She handed Dean a key. "Cabin one."