Dean glimpsed a movement out of the corner of his eye. Spinning around, he saw their little escapee dart at mach speed into the cupboard under the sink.
Grumbling with irritation, he stalked over and jerked open the cupboard door, then cursed and fell on his butt when the creature darted out between his legs.
Hearing his brother's shout, Sam skidded into the kitchen and scooped the smudge of trembling calico into his arms. Gently cradling the wide-eyed little fur ball against his chest, he gave his brother a hand up.
"It's okay, Dean. You're just not a cat person."
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