Sam had already been awake for hours researching what appeared to be a vicious local haunting. After three strong cups of coffee, each eye-witness account he read began to make less sense than the one before it. He was getting nowhere. Every witness was either dead or comatose. Every hand-written account from the years previously had been made out in the worst chicken scratch imaginable. When the motel's free wi-fi dropped down to a single bar, it was clearly a sign from the universe to throw in the towel. A sign that Sam was content to act on.
He was doing just that when he felt a change in the room. The air had shifted rather violently for a fraction of a second and, after years of experience; he knew a bad omen when he saw one. Sam shifted his hand from the keyboard to the pistol lying just beside it. He paused, taking a sharp breath in preparation to fire, when he heard a strange noise. He turned in his seat to locate the source of the disturbance and found something he had not at all expected.
There stood Castiel, Angel of the Lord and, by the looks of things, amateur cat-wrangler. Sam stood what was probably too quickly, abandoning the gun on the table, to look over the situation in mild shock. The angel's arms were outstretched in front of him awkwardly; his bloodied hands barely supporting an angry-looking black tomcat. A tom that looked a little too familiar for him to be comfortable with. And it wasn't long before Sam noticed the familiar shade of green in the cat's devilish eyes. He opened his mouth in astonishment but he struggled for the correct words. Castiel raises the cat up further for Sam to get a good look at, his own eyes searching for forgiveness.
Dean and Cas had left for Tampa nearly a week ago after hearing that the staff of a hotel had been afflicted with some truly original plagues. Castiel had suspected that one of the old Egyptian gods was responsible and they had prepared accordingly. Or so it had seemed at the time. In any case, Sam hadn't expected for them to return like this.
"He made an inappropriate joke."
It…Dean, flicked his tail wildly in irritation. The angel continued his explanation in a rough voice as he looked the cat over. "And Bastet never did possess a sense of humor."