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- You're... you're...-.
- Oh, go on, just say it-.
- You're a CAT!-.
- Well, duh, you're a real observer, aren't you-.
- Please, tell me you aren't the agent sent to get me!-.
- No, I was actually just passing by-.
- ...-.
- Of course I'm the agent, you idiot!-.
- But you're a cat!-.
The animal seemed about to retort when somebody started banging on the door, calling out: -Dean. Dean! Is everything okay son? Who are you talking to?-.
The cat stiffened. – Damn! We gotta get out of here. What are you doing?- it hissed to Dean, who was looking at the door with his mouth open – Say something! Quick!-.
- I'm fine!- Dean answered hurriedly – I... ehrm... I was talking to Bobby, he... he thinks there may be a case... somewhere...-.
There was a brief silence; then the door fell down with a loud CRASH!
Sam appeared in the frame, a look of pure hate on his face. – You lied- he informed Dean coldly – You're gonna pay for that-.
- What the Hell!...-.
- Oh, he's going to pay, believe me, only not now. See you guys!- the cat said, jumping on Dean's shoulder and smiling, baring very white, very sharp teeth.
At that very moment, everything vanished.
Dean found himself in a dark place; the little animal jumped off his shoulder and started to shower itself.
Dean didn't know what to think: - Wow. What are you? Some kind of Cheshire cat?-.
- I hope not!- it replied – For your information, I am the best Hell-feline of all the Realm!-.
- You don't say. And where would this realm... Wait, what did you say?-.
The cat shrugged and Dean concentrated on his surroundings.
Black sky? Checked.
Fountains of blood? Checked.
A very huge palace? Checked...
- OH HELL!-.
Two figures stood still in the now silent bedroom, staring fixedly at the floor.
After a few seconds, one muttered: - They're gone-.
- I can see that- retorted the other – Really, did you have to be so rude? What would poor Dean think about us now?-.
- He spilled my coffee- the taller one stated – He deserved to suffer!-.
- My my! Such bad manners! What's with you and coffee, anyway?-.
The first figure, who had now lost any resemblance to the human called Sam Winchester, sighed: - I love that stuff! Always loved! There's nothing better than a cup of hot, fragrant, delicious coffee. And do you know when was the last time I had such a pleasure?-.
- No...-.
The man paused, lost in his own thoughts.
- 1789- he proclaimed after a while – It was my death-wish-.
- Your death-wish was a cup of coffee?-.
The coffee maniac chose to ignore him: - Let's go. He probably wants to know how it went-.
The other nodded sagely. – Best not to keep Him waiting-.
They both vanished, leaving behind them a broken door and a pan of still warm pancakes.
- You!- Dean angrily reached out and picked up the hissing cat – Where did you send me?-.
- Well, in Hell of course-.
- Of course? Of course? Are you freaking insane!-.
- Hey, not my fault. Pretty boy said so-.
- Pretty boy? You mean...-.
- Hello Dean-.
He spun around and found Castiel's face a few centimetres from his.
- Er, hello Cass-.
- You seem uneasy-.
- Oh, do I?-.
- As a matter of fact you do. Wait, was that sarcasm?-.
- Very well done Cass!-.
The angel actually looked smug.
Dean wasn't nearly so happy: - Now, first things first, personal space- the angel hastily stepped back, muttering "My apologies" – and secondly, are you gone completely insane? The cat here said that you ordered to bring me here. Is that true?-.
- That seems to be the case, yes-.
Dean blinked. There were a lot of things he wanted to say; "Get out of Cass' body, you bastard!" was high on the list, followed closely by "Why can't you just give a damn straight answer once in a while?".
He chose to remain silent and let the angel explain himself: he could always exorcise him later.
- I'd preferred not to have to do that, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and at the moment Hell is the safest refuge-.
- I see... But aren't demons supposed to be... mmm... our worst enemies?-.
The angel took some time to think about that that before admitting: - Not at the moment-.
- What? Come on!-.
- There's definitely a more dangerous adversary on our way and- Castiel's voice dropped to an incomprehensible whisper.
- Sorry, I didn't get that- Dean said bemusedly.
- Wedeanallncethell-.
- What?-.
- ALL RIGHT! WE MADE AN ALLIANCE WITH HELL!-.
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