Dean stared at Cas, his mouth slightly open. He started to say something. Suddenly, Sam rounded the corner of the building, his arms full of grocery bags.

"Some help, please!" He said, seeing Dean and Cas. Dean grabbed a few bags.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, seeing Dean's face.

"Um." Dean said, not knowing what to say.

"Well?"

"It uh... it has to do with Steve."

"Your cat, not my problem." Sam suddenly said, walking around Dean and heading towards the hotel door.

"Sam, wait!"

Sam opened the door and set down the bags. He looked up, seeing Steve on his bed, shivering, wrapped in Dean's flannel.

"Dean, why is there a kid on my bed?"

"Wait, what?" Sam cursed, whispering. Dean had just finished telling Sam what had happened.

"Yeah, what."

"Dean, we have to kill it!"

"What? No! He's like, five!"

"And when he's twenty, he'll still be a monster!"

"Sam, we are not killing Steve!"

Frustrated, Sam walked into the kitchen. Dean walked into the dining room, where Steve was now dressed in a pair of Dean's boxers and an old t-shirt. He was sitting at the table, eating a salami sandwich. His face was covered in mayo and dorito dust. He looked up when Dean walked in and sat down.

"So... you can just, like, change?"

"Uh-huh."

"Why did you say the angel changed you?"

"I didn't wanna get in trouble, and I knew you didn't like him. you called him 'A sugar sucking bastard'."

"I did call him that, didn't I?"

"Uh-huh."

Steve took a large bite of his sandwich, looking nervous.

"Is Sammy mad at me?"

"What? Of...of course not."

"Then why did he say he wanted to kill me?"

Dean flinched, and glanced into the kitchen. Sam had suddenly straightened up, a surprised look coming upon his face.

"Uh... you know what Sammy and I do, right?"

"You're super-heroes."

"Yeah, kinda. Anyway, Sammy and I had to fight a few bad guys who could do what you can do, so he's scared that you might grow up bad."

"I'm not bad!"

"I know, I know. But if we hadn't found you, you might've grown up bad."

"oh."

"Why did you get in the car that night?"

Steve shuffled his feet, staring at his sandwich.

"I wanted a momma, like you."

"A momma?"

"Yeah. I didn't have a family, but I always saw people with one. And one day, a saw a boy my age look at one of his daddies and call them 'momma'. And that's what I wanted. When you hit that kitty, I changed into a baby kitty and hopped into the car. You looked nice, and that's why I chose you."

Dean looked dumbstruck. He opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it. He glanced into the kitchen again. Sam was staring at the fridge, a guilty look on his face. Dean turned back to Steve.

"Uh, what's your real name?"

"Cat Steven."

"No, I mean like your real name. Your other one."

"I don't have another name."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I told you, I never had a home."

Dean felt his heart being crushed slowly.

"Steve... if you wanted... we could be your family."

Dean heard a small crash from the kitchen. Looking up, He saw that Sam had dropped a gallon of milk. Sam was shaking his head, an angry look on his face. He mouthed the word 'no'.

Steve on the other hand, was ecstatic.

"Really?!" He almost yelled, his face lit up.

"Yeah. Really."

Steve suddenly launched himself up and wrapped his arms around Dean's middle."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

The End! I may make a sequel with Dean and Steve as a human, but now I'm gonna go work on my first Night Vale fic.

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