" What the hell!"
Dean woke up to the sound of Sam's voice and a cat clawing at his head. After picking up the kitten last night and parking the car at a rest stop, he decided to stay there for the night and to figure out what to do with the animal in the morning. He hadn't realized that Sam might not react well to it being in the car without his knowing.
Dean pried the small cat off of his face. It clutched onto his jacket sleeve and hissed at Sam, showing its small (but still sharp) incisors. It refused to let go until Dean started to pet it's head, at which point it loosened its firm grip.
"Dude!" Sam screamed," What the heck? When did you get that thing?"
"I found it in the middle of the road last night. I figured we could take it to an animal shelter or something." He said, setting the kitten down gently in the back seat. He started up the engine and started driving down the highway, looking for a Seven Eleven or a Hardy's. After about half an hour he pulled over at a McDonalds, ordering two cokes and three Mcmuffins. Sam glared at Dean.
"Please don't tell me you just ordered an English muffin for the cat." He sighed.
"What? It's gotta eat too. I'll pull out the sausage and toss it into the backseat on a napkin." Dean had added in the napkin part, not wanting to get grease all over the leather. When the got the food they parked the car and climbed out, and Dean tossed the food in the back like he said he would.
Sam pulled out his laptop and started looking up the local news, going straight to the obituaries.
"Car crash… stroke…heart attack… nothing too suspicious looking." He said, zipping the laptop back into its case. Dean slurped the last of his coke, not really thinking about any cases.
"What if we kept it?" Dean asked, chewing thoughtfully on his English muffin.
Sam's head popped up. "What?!"
"Why don't we keep the cat? It isn't like money for feeding it will be a problem, and if it makes you happy, I'll call it my cat and take responsibility for it."
Sam shook his head."No. Absolutely not. Who will take care of it while we are on hunts? We can't take it into motels with us."
"We'll figure it out." Dean said, crumpling up his wrapper. As he opened the door to the driver's side door, he was hit with a smell similar to a public restroom. Looking into the backseat, he saw the kitten sitting in what looked like a small pile of mud. It covered the cat's fur and face, and Dean felt his face contort into one of disgust. Sam laughed, leaning against the car.
"Your cat, your mess." He said, shaking with laughter.