AN: Oh I must be getting better at updating! This is super fast! I broke into a new fandom as well! I am now an Outsiders writer, you know the book, most people study it in highschool, maybe middle school if you're the States.


Previously: The room was silent. There was nothing that they could say to make this better, the boys wished they could, they hoped they could but hoping was no use.

Cough, cough, cough. Gasp! Splutter! Choke...!

A cacophony of every other sick unimaginable sound under the sun was heard from the corner of the room.

"Dean?" Sam queried. He positioned himself quickly at Dean's side, looking on helplessly while Dean coughed and spluttered. He watched Dean beat his tiny paws against his chest, his pointy ears turning a wild red as he hacked even more violently than before. "C'mon get it out," the younger Winchester encouraged. Unsure of what to do he held Dean's head and softly patted his brother's back, trying to dislodge anything in the cat's throat. Dean's eyes were large and fearful looking. He continued to cough and splutter, thumping his long tail against the floor in angry panic. "It's okay," Sam soothed. "Don't panic, just keep coughing."

Slowly Dean began to regain control of his lungs. The tickling had disappeared. "S'rry,' he wheezed. Sam nodded his head in okay and picked Dean up. "Put me down Sam!" he yelped. He squirmed and moved pawing at Sam's scrawny looking chest. "Sam-"

It flew out of his mouth and hit Sam squarely in the nose. Face contorted in disgust and eyes squeezed shut tightly, a wet sticky glob of brown-green-blonde furry matted goo slowly slid down Sam's nose.

Dean hiccupped. "Sorry..." Castiel and Bobby both looked at Sam in amusement and horror. "...Hairball," he laughed to himself.

Sam opened his brown eyes slowly and glared at his seemingly innocent brother. "Dean,' he breathed out slowly before wiping his nose and the goo off his face with the sleeve of his white coat. "I hate you."

Bobby roared with laughter, no longer able to contain his mirth. Castiel uncertainly joined him, first making small squeaks before erupting as well. It was so out of character for the angel to show so much emotion but his time amongst humans had slowly begun to change him. Or it could have been the alcohol still in his system – it was hard to tell.

Sam dropped Dean to the ground, still fuming, sitting down and crossing his arms over his chest on the defensive. "Cats get hairballs 'cause they lick themselves...all over."

Dean stopped laughing and looked at Sam seriously. "Dude, gross, no and gross."

Sam narrowed his eyes into little tiny slits. "You're probably a 'queen'."

"Dude, if you were a dog you'd be a bitch." Sam gawked at the cat. Dean smiled happily. "Hey, I know stuff too."

Castiel watched the both of them, speaking: "Maybe he's a 'gib'?" Cool blue eyes watch Sam's face as a cloud of confusion washed upon his face before it broke into a smile.

"I wish; it'd make my life easier." Sam laughed. Bobby laughed as well, watching Dean's puzzlement. "Cas, you're not so bad drunk, even though you did all this." Sam gestured to his head and to the others who had been impacted by Castiel's wayward magic.

"Thank you for the comment though I don't understand ...it is possible for Dean to be..." Castiel proceeded to walk over to Dean and pick the feline up by under his paws.

"Cas, you son of a bitch, put me down and what the hell's a 'gib'?" Dean seethed, trying to scratch Castiel's face but having no success as the angel held him at arm's length.

C'mon God...Let my little boy be okay...Don't let him be recruited...I just need some hope...God?...Please protect her...

"Cas, what the word?" Bobby suddenly said.

Castiel and Sam looked at Bobby blankly. "The word?"

"The word?" A blank look, followed by a sigh of realisation made its way to onto Castiel's face. "I don't know...I think it started with a 'k'."

"Thursday, put Dean down. Sam, use your noggin and see how many 'k' words you can come up with. I'm gonna get us some dictionaries." Bobby wheeled himself to the door. "We're getting out of this place. Getting things back to normal and I'm gonna stop hearing voices." Just then a the room filled with a swishing noise and thousands of white pieces of paper floated and fell through the air, covering Bobby like a pile of snow. "Mail's here," he sighed digging his way out of the paper and leaving the room. Castiel put Dean down and all three of them traded puzzling looks.

"'K' words?" Sam and Dean mouthed in unison.


AN: Okay some people both my beta's questioned this, the end where Bobby says Thursday instead of Castiel is in reference to Castiel being labelled the 'Angel of Thursday,' so I hope that clears up any confusion. Chapter 8 will be on it's way. Leave reviews, peace out, Scare4irony