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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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