Chapter Nine

Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel


It was 2:00 AM when Cas showed up in their motel room, holding what appeared to be a ball of fur. It was meowing desperately, probably for food.

"Dean. Dean."

Dean opened his eyes.

"Cas? What are you doing here?"

"Dean, I found a little creature in a box next to a dumpster."

"It's a cat."

His mind was hasty, he couldn't think straight. Slowly, he got up and sat up on the bed.

"Sammy, Sammy."

Sam opened his eyes, letting out a groan.

"What, what-"

"Cas has a cat." Said Dean, his eyes half-closed.

"What?" Sam rubbed his tired eyes and looked at the orange fur ball in Cas' hands.

"I found it in a box next to a dumpster."

"Who would put a small cat in a box?"

"I don't know. What I know is that I have to take care of it."

"You?" Dean asked.

"Yes."

"Cas, how did you even know we were here? We have the Angel Sigil things."

"You're always here being lazy at night."

"Excuse me, we are sleeping. Not being lazy." Sam said.

"Anyway, go feed the cat and take it to a family."

"I was hoping you would help me feed it."

Dean pulled the covers away, and got up in a grumpy way.

"Give me the cat."

Sam got up and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a syringe and some milk, which he warmed in the microwave.

Dean, half asleep, got the kitty on the counter, and began feeding it the milk. The kitty quickly drank the syringe.

"I can't believe I am feeding a cat at 2:00 AM..." He muttered.

Sam, half asleep as well, went to the sink, and splashed water on his shirt instead of his face. He hastily walked to Dean, who was done feeding the kitty. Sam grabbed the kitty and handed it to Cas.

"Here you go, fed up." He said, eyes closing.

"Um, I was wondering if you could keep it for the night. I can't take it to heaven."

"Sure." Sam got the kitty back, and put it in a blanket next to their beds.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it." Sam said. Cas was gone in the blink of an eye. Sam went back to his bed, whereas Dean was already sleeping on his.

Sam placed his head on the pillow and sighed. Suddenly, he heard a meow. Another meow. And another meow.

He put the kitty out of the room, the meows continued. He tried sleeping with it so it would be warmer, more meows. In the end, Sam got no sleep.

The sun rose up. Dean opened his eyes.

"Morning, Sammy!" He said, getting up. Sam's eyes were red, and he had black circles under them.

"Are you okay?"

"Damn. Cat. Wouldn't. Let. Me. Sleep."

Dean chuckled.

"Where is it?"

"It's sleeping now. But it wouldn't sleep all night."

"Cas, come get your cat!"

But Cas didn't come.

"Looks like you have to feed it, Sammy."

"Why me?" He groaned, getting up.

"Because I fed it last night. It's your turn."

Sam walked up to the cat, and grabbed it, waking it up and making it start meowing.

"No no no, I'm gonna feed you." He grabbed the syringe, heated up some milk and began feeding it. After it was done, Cas appeared.

"Is he ready?"

"Yes. Now take that thing away from me." Sam handed him the cat.

"Why do you look so horrible?"

"Your cat kept me awake all night."

"Oh, I apologize for that."

"Whatever, just take the cat away."

"Thank you for taking care of it."

"No problem."

Cas disappeared. Sam walked to his bed and lied down, trying to go back to sleep. Dean emerged from the bathroom.

"Come on, Sammy! New case!"

Sam groaned.

"I just want to get some sleep first..."