SOFT
The Winchesters get a visitor; Dean likes him, sort of.
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Dean grinned as the kitten strayed into their room while Sam packed the Impala outside.
"Hey little dude!" he smiled, "you're too freakin' cute."
Careful hands gathered up the little ball of fluff and cradled it gently against a strong neck, chuckling as tiny whiskers tickled his chin.
Green eyes gazed at green eyes. Gentle fingertips ruffled silky ears and stroked impossibly soft fur.
Suddenly, the Impala's trunk slammed.
The bewildered kitten found itself rapidly deposited on the floor as Dean hopped back on the bed before Sam appeared.
"What's that, dude?"
Dean glanced up from 'Musclecars Weekly'.
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"dunno; some cat "
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