The final one I have done today. I hope you enjoy it #naughtyHuntress. Feel free to review.
Dragging the pillow across the floor in my jaws, I jerk my head from side to side. The satisfying sound of ripping satin can be heard as I start my shredding mission. The feathery guts of the pillow spilled out, through the gaping hole I had created.
My tail wagged as I chewed some of the soft duck feathers. Some tickled my nose making me sneeze. Upon hearing the boys return from their road trip where I had stayed behind because I felt increasingly dizzy as I attempted to walk in my other form, I darted under the table.
"Dean what is that all over the floor?"
"I don't know Sam. Wait are those feathers. No not my satin pillow," Dean groaned as he hurried over and bent down to inspect the murder scene. "Huntress. Come here, now."
With my head lowered and tail clamped between my legs I crept towards Dean. When I was with in arms reach he grabbed and yanked my collar hard.
"Dean wait," Sam called pleadingly as Dean continued to drag me upstairs.
Opening the door he sent me outside.
"Bad dog Huntress. You can stay outside all night," his voice boomed as I whimpered.
A night under the stars is never as appealing as people make it out to be. The chilly wind nipped at my fur as I shiver lying at the bottom of the stone steps right outside the bunker door.
"Dean you can't be serious. Maybe she was bored and at least we know she is feeling better," Sam spoke calmly as Dean started pick up the wet pillow covered in saliva.
"She needs to learn Sam besides I'm not punishing Celeste. I'm punishing Huntress for messing with my pillow. Satin Sam, satin. These babies are a luxury," Dean said firmly as he shook the pillow sending a few more feathers onto the floor.
Sam looked at the door, I could sense his longing gaze but I knew he would not undermine Dean's authority. I would make it up to Dean. Starting tomorrow I would revert back to my obedient self.